DAWN,-continued. At whose approach, ghosts wand'ring here and there. M. N. iii. 2. The wolves have prey'd; and look, the gentle day M. A. v. 3. The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning night It was the lark, the herald of the morn, DAY. Even from Hyperion's rising in the east 'Tis a lucky day, boy; and we'll do good O, such a day, R. J. ii. 3. R. J. iii. 5. M. M. iv. 2. Tit. And. v. 2. Tit. And. ii. 1. deeds on't. W. T. iii. 3. H. IV. PT. II. i. 1. DEATH (See also MAN, TIME, MIGHTY DEAD, LIFE, SOLDIER'S DEATH). The blind cave of eternal night. Here is my journey's end; here is my butt, O ruin'd piece of nature! this great world Nay, nothing; all is said: His tongue is now a stringless instrument; R. III. v. 3. O. v. 2. K. L. iv. 6. Words, life, and all, old Lancaster hath spent. R. II. ii. 1. DEATH,-continued. Even so ;-my tale is told. L. L. v. 2. Have felt the worst of death's destroying wound Art thou gone too? all comfort go with thee! H.VI. PT. II. 11. 4. O, I do fear thee, Claudio; and I quake I am a tainted wether of the flock, All is but toys: renown, and grace, is dead; M. M. iii. 1. M.V. iv. 1. To-day, how many would have given their honours To have sav'd their carcasses! took heel to do't, It is too late; the life of all this blood M. ii. 3. Cym. v. 3. (Which some suppose the soul's frail dwelling house,) Is touch'd corruptibly; and his pure brain Doth, by the idle comments that it makes, So now prosperity begins to mellow, And drop into the rotten mouth of death, K. J. v. 7. R. III. iv. 4. Thou know'st 'tis common; all that live must die, H. i. 2. This fell serjeant death Is strict in his arrest. H. v. 5. Dost fall? If thou and nature can so gently part, The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch Which hurts and is desir'd. Dost thou lie still? It is not worth leave-taking. A. C. v. 2. O, our lives' sweetness! That with the pain of death, we'd hourly die, K. L. v. 3. DEATH,-continued. We must die, Messala: With meditating that she must die once, O amiable, lovely death! J.C. iv. 3. And put my eye-balls in thy vaulty brows; Come, grin on me; and I will think thou smil'st; O, come to me! Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! and lips, O you, Stay but a little; for my cloud of dignity K. J. iii. 4. R. J. v. 3. H. IV. PT. 11. iv. 4. Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; Which thou dost glare with. O, my love! my wife! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, That we shall die, we know; 'tis but the time, Cowards die many times before their deaths; M. iii. 4. R. J. v. 3. Cym. v. 5. J. C. iii. 1. It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Will come when it will come. Close up his eyes, and draw the curtain close, J. C. ii. 2. H. VI. PT. II. iii. 3. DEATH,-continued. Death remember'd, should be like a mirror, Oft have I seen a timely parted ghost, Of ashy semblance, meagre, pale, and bloodless, P. P. i. 1. Which, with the heart there cools and ne'er returneth To blush and beautify the cheek again. H.VI. PT. II. iii. 2. Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. Finish, good lady, the bright day is done, Dar'st thou die ? Though death be poor, it ends a mortal woe. O you mighty gods! This world I do renounce; and in your sights, Her blood is settled and these joints are stiff; O, death's a great disguiser. We cannot hold mortality's strong hand. Ay, but to die, and go we know not where; M. ii. 2. A. C. v. 2. M. M. iii. 1. R. II. ii. 1. K. L. iv. 6. R. J. iv. 5. T.G. iii. 1 M.M. iv. 2. K. J. iv. 2 DEATH,-continued. Of those, that lawless and incertain thoughts To what we fear of death. Where art thou, death? M. M. iii. 1. Come hither, come! come, come, and take a queen Art thou so bare, and full of wretchedness, A. C. v. 2. And fear'st to die? Famine is in thy cheeks, Upon thy back hangs ragged misery, The world is not thy friend nor the world's law. R. J. v. 1. Receive what cheer you may; The night is long that never finds a day. Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries, With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me hence. M. iv. 3. I am resolv'd for death or dignity. Ah, what a sign it is of evil life, When death's approach is seen so terrible! H.VI. PT. I. ii. 5. H.VI. PT. II. v. 1. H.VI. PT. II. iii. 3. Ř. II. iii. 2. H.IV. PT. II. v. 2. The worst is, death, and death will have his day. He has walk'd the way of nature. Pr'ythee, have done, And do not play in wench-like words with that Which is so serious. Let us bury him, And not protract with admiration, what Is now due debt. To the grave. OF BUCKINGHAM, THE DUKE OF. All good people, You that thus far have come to pity me, Cym. iv. 2. Hear what I say, and then go home and lose me. I have this day receiv'd a traitor's judgment, And by that name must die; yet, heaven bear witness, And if I have a conscience let it sink me, Even as the axe falls, if I be not faithful! And dare be bold to weep for Buckingham, Go with me like good angels, to my end; |