Chapter DE MORTUIS NIL NISI BONUM to DEATH of Index by Grocott's Quotations - Alpha

The sense of death is most in apprehension;
And the poor beetle, that we tread upon,
In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great
As when a giant dies.

Shakespeare.—Measure for Measure, Act III. Scene 1. (Isabella to her brother.)

The weariest and most loathed worldly life,
That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment
Can lay on nature, is a paradise
To what we fear of death.

Shakespeare.—Measure for Measure, Act III. Scene 1. (Claudio to Isabella.)

DEATH.—Death will have his day.

Shakespeare.—King Richard II. Act III. Scene 2. (The King.)

As man, perhaps, the moment of his breath,
Receives the lurking principle of death;
The young disease, that must subdue at length,
Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength.

Pope.—Essay on Man, Epi. II. Line 133.

Death is the worst
That fate can bring, and cuts off ev’ry hope.

Lillo.—Fatal Curiosity, Act I. Scene 2.

Death hath ten thousand several doors
For men to take their exits.

John Webster.—The Duchess of Malfy; Massinger.—The Parliament of Love, Act IV. Scene 2. Death hath a thousand doors to let out life; Massinger.—A very Woman, Act V. Scene 4.

Death rides in triumph,—fell destruction
Lashes his fiery horse, and round about him
His many thousand ways to let out souls.

Beaumont and Fletcher.—Bonduca, Act III. Scene 5.

Death hath so many doors to let our life.

Beaumont and Fletcher.—The Custom of the Courts, Act II. Scene 2.

Death’s thousand doors stand open.

Blair.—The Grave, Line 394.

Death in a thousand shapes.

Virgil.—Æneid, Book II. Line 370.

Death’s shafts fly thick.!

Blair.—The Grave, Line 447.

Devouring famine, plague, and war,
Each able to undo mankind,
Death’s servile emissaries are,
Nor to these alone confin’d,
He hath at will
More quaint and subtle wayes to kill;
A smile or kiss, as he will use the art,
Shall have the cunning skill to break a heart.

Shirley.—Victorious Men of Earth, 2 Percy Reliques, 240.

DEATH.—Still at the last, to his beloved bowl
He clung, and cheer’d the sadness of his soul;
For though a man may not have much to fear,
Yet death looks ugly, when the view is near.