mourner After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well; poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, k. Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 23. A'made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom child; a' parted even just between twelve and one, e'en at the turning o' th' tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and a' babbled of green fields. "How now, Sir John?" quoth I: "what, man! be o' good cheer." So a' cried out "God, God, God!" three or four times. Now I, to comfort him, bid him a'should not think of God; I hoped there was no need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet. 1. Henry V. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 12. A man can die but once; we owe God a Fly for relief, and lay their burthens down. death. d. NICHOLAS ROWE-The Fair Penitent. m. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 138. Henry IV. Pt. II. Act III. Sc. 2. And there at Venice gave n. That bears the name of life? Yet in this life Lie hid more thousand deaths: yet death we fear, That makes these odds all even. 0. Measure for Measure. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 38. When beggars die, there are no comets seen ; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes. p. Julius Cæsar. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 30. Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. q. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 190. x. |