Death.-How wonderful is DEATH!

Death and his brother Sleep.-SHELLEY, Queen Mab.

God's finger touched him, and he slept.

He fell asleep.-Acts vii. 60.

I fled, and cried out DEATH!

TENNYSON, In Memoriam.

Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sigh'd
From all her caves, and back resounded Death.

Leaves have their time to fall,

MILTON, Paradise Lost.

And flowers to wither at the North-wind's breath,
And stars to set ;-but all,

Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O DEATH!

HEMANS, The Hour of Death.

Men must endure their going hence,

Even as their coming hither.-SHAKESPERE, King Lear.

Nothing in his life

Became him like the leaving it; he died,
As one that had been studied in his DEATH,
To throw away the dearest thing he owed,
As 't were a careless trifle.—Ibid., Macbeth.

O eloquent, just and mightie DEATH! whom none could advise, thou hast perswaded; what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised: thou hast drawne together all the farre stretchéd greatnesse, all the pride, crueltie and ambition of men, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hic jacet !— Sir WALTER RALEIGH, Historie of the World.

Oh, God! it is a fearful thing

To see the human soul take wing

In any shape, in any mood.-BYRON, Prisoner of Chillon.

The quiet haven of us all.-WORDSWORTH,

There is no flock, however watched and tended,

But one dead lamb is there!

There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended,

But has one vacant chair.

What seems so is transition;

This life of mortal breath

Is but a suburb of the life elysian,

Whose portal we call death.-LONGFELLOW, Resignation,

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.--SHAKESPERE, Measure for Mausura

Death. The shadow cloak'd from head to foot,
Who keeps the keys of all the creeds.

TENNYSON, In Memoriam.

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.

SHAKESPERE, Measure for Measure.

To every man upon this earth
DEATH Cometh soon or late,
And how can man die better

Than facing fearful odds,
For the ashes of his fathers

And the temples of his gods ?-MACAULAY, Lays, Horatius.

Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade,

DEATH came with friendly care;

The opening bud to Heaven conveyed,

And bade it blossom there.-COLERIDGE, On an Infant.

Deed.-A DEED without a name.-SHAKESPERE, Macbeth.

How far that little candle throws its beam!
So shines a good DEED in a naughty world.

Deeds.-DEEDS, not words.

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Ibid., Merchant of Venice.

BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. BUTLER, Hudibras.

'Tis DEEDS must win the prize.

SHAKESPERE, Taming of the Shrew.

For blessings ever wait on virtuous DEEDS,
And though a late, a sure reward succeeds.

CONGREVE, The Mourning Bride.

How oft the sight of means to do ill DEEDS
Makes ill deeds done !-SHAKESPERE, King John.

Foul DEEDS will rise,

Though all the earth o'erwhelm them to men's eyes.

Ibid., Hamlet.

DRYDEN, Tyrannic Love.

Delays. All DELAYS are dangerous in war.

Defer no time, DELAYS have dangerous ends.

SHAKESPERE, Henry VI.

Denmark.-Something is rotten in the state of DENMARK.

Ibid., Hamlet.

Deputation.-DEPUTATION: A noun of multitude, which signifies many, but does not signify much.-W. E. GLADSTONE.

Derby Dilly.-So down thy hill, romantic Ashbourn, glides
The DERBY DILLY, carrying Three Insides.

G. CANNING, The Loves of the Triangles

Descent. From yon blue heaven above us bent,
The grand old gardener and his wife
Smile at the claims of long DESCENT.

TENNYSON, Lady Clara.

Desert.-Oh! that the DESERT were my dwelling-place,

With one fair spirit for my ininister,

That I might all forget the human race,

And, hating no one, love but only her!-BYRON, Childe Harold.

Despair. Then black DESPAIR,

The shadow of a starless night, was thrown
Over the world in which I moved alone.

SHELLEY, The Revolt of Islam. Devil.-DEVIL take the hindmost.-BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. BUTLER, Hudibras. PRIOR, Ode on taking Nemur. POPE, Dunciad. BURNS, To a Haggis.

Go, poor DEVIL, get thee gone; why should I hurt thee? This world surely is wide enough to hold both thee and me.

He must go that the DEVIL drives.

STERNE, Tristram Shandy.

PEELE, Edward I. SHAKESPERE, All's Well.

He must have a long spoon that eats with the DEVIL.-CHAUCER, The Squiere's Tale. MARLOWE, The Jew of Malta. SHAKESPERE, Two Gentlemen. Apius and Virginia.

He who will give the DEVIL his due.

SHAKESPERE, Henry IV.

The DEVIL can cite Scripture for his purpose.

Ibid., Merchant of Venice.

The DEVIL hath power to assume a pleasing shape.

Ibid., Hamlet.

The DEVIL was sick, the Devil a monk would be;
The Devil was well, the Devil a monk was he.

RABELAIS.

God never had a church but there, men say,
The DEVIL a chapel had raised by some wyles.
I doubted of this saw, till on a day
I westward spied great Edinburgh's Saint Giles.

DRUMMOND, Posth imous Poems

Wherever God erects a house of prayer,
The DEVIL always builds a chapel there,
And 'twill be found upon examination,
The latter has the largest congregation.

DEFOE, True-Born Englishman

Devil.-No sooner is a temple built to God, but the DEVIL builds a chapel hard by.-HERBERT, Jacula Prudentum.

Where God hath a temple, the DEVIL will have a chapel.
BURTON, Anatomy of Melancholy.

Dews.-The DEWS of the evening most carefully shun,-
Those tears of the sky for the loss of the sun.

CHESTERFIELD, Advice to a Lady in Autumn.

Dial.-True as the needle to the pole,

Or as the DIAL to the sun.-BART ON BOOTH, 1733.

True as the DIAL to the sun,

Although it be not shin'd upon.-BUTLER, Hudibras.

Diamonds.-DIAMONDS cut diamonds.-FORD, Lover's Melancholy.
Die.-Ay, but to DIE, and go we know not where;
To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot;
This sensible warm motion to become
A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit
To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside
In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice;

To be imprison'd in the viewless winds'

And blown with restless violence round about

The pendent world.—SHAKESPERE, Measure for Measure.

But thousands DIE without or this or that,

Die, and endow a college or a cat.-POPE, Moral Essays.
But whether on the scaffold high,

Or in the battle's van,

The fittest place where man can DIE

Is where he dies for man!-M. J. BARRY.

He that DIES pays all his debts.-SHAKESPERE, Tempest.

He that DIES this year is quit for the next. -Ibid., Henry IV.

All that lives must DIE,

Passing through nature to eternity.-Ibid., Hamlet.

To DIE is landing on some silent shore,

Where billows never break, nor tempests roar;

Ere well we feel the friendly stroke, 'tis o'er.

They never fail who DIE

S. GARTH, The Dispensary.

In a great cause.-BYRON, Marino Faliero.

To live in hearts we leave behind,

Is Lot to DIE.-CAMPBELL, Hallowed Ground. Digestion. Now, good digestion wait on appetite, And health on both !-SHAKESPERE, Macbeth.

Dirty Work.-Destroy his fib, or sophistry-in vain!

The creature's at his dirty work again.-POPE, To Arbuthnot.

Discontent.-Now is the winter of our DISCONTENT
Made glorious summer by this sun of York,
And all the clouds that lower'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.

Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front.

SHAKESPERE, Richard III.

Discourse.-Bid me DISCOURSE, I will enchant thine ear.

IN DISCOURSE more sweet,

Ibid., Venus and Adonis.

For eloquence the soul, song charms the sense.
Others apart sat on a hill retired,

In thoughts more elevate, and reason'd high
Of providence, foreknowledge, will, and fate,
Fixed fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute;
And found no end, in wand'ring mazes lost.

MILTON, Paradise Lost.

Sure, He that made us with such large DISCOURSE,
Looking before and after, gave us not
That capability and godlike reason,

To fust in us unus'd.-SHAKESPERE, Hamlet.

Discretion.-DISCRETION and hard valour are the twins of honour.

And, nursed together, make a conqueror;

Divided, but a talker.-BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.

Disease. He who cures a DISEASE may be the skilfullest, but he that prevents it is the safest physician.-T. FULLER.

DISEASES, desperate grown,

By desperate appliance are relieved,

Or not at all.--SHAKESPERE, Hamlet.

Desperate DISEASES need desperate cures.-Proverb.

Disorder. You have displac'd the mirth, broke the good meeting,
With most admir'd DISORDER.-SHAKESPERE, Macbeth.

Disputing. The itch of DISPUTING will prove the scab of churches.
Sir HENRY WOTTON.