Around the beldame all erect they hang, Each trembling heart with grateful terrors quell'd. AKENSIDE. CURSE. (Pronounced on Adam) On Adam last thus judgment he pronounc❜d. "Because thou hast hearken'd to the voice of thy wife, And eaten of the tree, concerning which I charg'd thee, saying, Thou shalt not eat thereof :' Thorns also and thistles it shall bring thee forth DARKNESS. MILTON. Let Indians, and the gay, like Indians, fond It strikes thought inward, it drives back the soul There lies our theatre; there sits our judge. DEAD. (The Mighty recalled) YOUNG. What triumphis! toils imperial! arts divine! In wither'd laurels, glide before my sight! What lengths of far-fam'd ages, billow'd high In unsubstantial images of air! The melancholy ghosts of dead renown, All point at earth, and hiss at human pride. YOUNG. DEATH. (Fancy adds to the Horrors of) Why start at death? where is he? death arriv'd, Is past: not come, or gone, he's never here. Man makes a death which nature never made; DEATH. (Hamlet's Soliloquy on) YOUNG. To be, or not to be, that is the question :-Whether 'tis nobler in the mind, to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune; Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And, by opposing, end them ?-To die,-To sleep, No more :-and, by a sleep, to say we end The heart-ach, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to,-'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die ;-to sleep ;To sleep! perchance to dream ;-ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; SHAKSPEARE. DEATH. (Lurks in Pleasures) Where is not Death? sure as night follows day, Inly he laughs, to see them laugh at him, When fear is banish'd, and triumphant thought, YOUNG. DEATH. (Ruling Passion strong in) A salmon's belly, Helluo, was thy fate; The doctor call'd, declares all help too late : "Mercy!" cries Helluo, "mercy on my soul ! "Is there no hope ?-Alas! then bring the jowl." The frugal crone, whom praying priests attend, Still strives to save the hallow'd taper's end, Collects her breath as ebbing life retires, For one puff more, and in that puff expires. "Odious! in woollen! 'twould a saint provoke, (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke); "No, let a charming chintz and Brussels' lace "Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face, "One would not, sure, be frightful when one's "dead "And-Betty-give this cheek a little red." The courtier smooth, who forty years had shin'd An humble servant to all human kind, Just brought out this, when scarce his tongue could stir, "If where I'm going-I could serve you, Sir?" "I give and I devise" (old Euclio said, And sigh’d) “ my lands and tenements to Ned." Your money, Sir ?" My money, Sir, what all? "Why-if I must-(then wept) I give it Paul." The manor, Sir?" The manor! hold," he cried, "Not that,—I cannot part with that”—and died. And you, brave Cobham, to the latest breath, Shall feel your ruling passion strong in death: Such in those moments, as in all the past, "Oh save my country, Heaven!" shall be your last. POPE. DEATH. (The Caprice and universal Power of) To bid the wretch survive the fortunate; The feeble wrap th' athletic in his shroud; DEATH. (The Terrors of) YOUNG. Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; The weariest and most loathed worldly life, To what we fear of death. SHAKSPEARE. DELAY. (The Folly of) Let's take the instant by the forward top; For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees The inaudible and noiseless foot of time Steals ere we can effect them. DELICACY. (False) SHAKSPEARE. Ye well-array'd! ye lilies of our land! Ye lilies male! who neither toil nor spin; |