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 178 DEATH DEATH

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate, Death lays his icy hand on kings. Scepter and crown Must tumble down, And, in the dust, be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Shirley—Contention of Ajax and Ulysses. Sc. 3. ("Birth and State" in Percy's Reliques. These lines are said to have terrified Cromwell.) | seealso = (See also {{sc|Colman, Heywood) | topic = | page = 104 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = He that on his pillow lies, Fear-embalmed before he dies Carries, like a sheep, his life, To meet the sacrificer's knife, And for eternity is prest, Sad bell-wether to the rest. Shirley—The Passing Bell. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 178 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = La mort sans phrase. Death without phrases. Sieyes, voting for the death of Louis XVI. (Denied by him.) He no doubt voted "La mort"; "sans phrase" being a note on the laconic nature of his vote, i.e. without remarks. The voting usually included explanations of the decision | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 104 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Yet 'twill only be a sleep: When, with songs and dewy light, Morning blossoms out of Night, She will open her blue eyes 'Neath the palms of Paradise, While we foolish ones shall weep. Edward Rowland Sill—Sleeping. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = 15 | text = We count it death to falter, not to die. Simonides—Jacobs I. 63, 20. To our graves we walk In the thick footprints of departed men. Alex. Smith—Horton. L. 570. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 178 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Death! to the happy thou art terrible; But how the wretched love to think of thee, O thou true comforter! the friend of all Who have no friend beside! | author = Southey | work = Joan of Arc. | place = Bk. I. L. 318. | note = | topic = | page = 104 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest. Spenser—Faerie Queene. II. 59. Also III. 3. 30. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 104 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Ave Caesar, morituri te salutant (or Ave Imperator, te salutamus) Hail Cassar, we who are about to die salute you (or Hail Emperor, we salute you.) Suetonius—Tiberius CJaudius Drusus. XXI. 13. See Note by Samuelis Pitissus, Suetonius—Opera. Vol. I. P. 678. (1714) | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 104 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = The salutation of the gladiators on entering the arena. Morituri te salutant. Quoted by an American officer as he saluted the Statue of Liberty on leaving New York for his place in the Great War. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 178 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Death, if thou wilt, fain would I plead with thee: Canst thou not spare, of all our hopes have built, One shelter where our spirits fain would be Death, if thou wilt? Swinburne—A Dialogue. St. 1. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 178 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = For thee, O now a silent soul, my brother, Take at my hands this garland and farewell. Thin is the leaf, and chill the wintry smell, And chill the solemn earth, a fatal mother. Swinburne—Ave Atque Vale. St. 18. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 178 }}