DAWN,-continued. This morning, like the spirit of youth That means to be of note, begins betimes. Swift, swift, you dragons of the night !—that dawning May bare the raven's eye. But, look, the dawn, in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill. A. C. iv. 4. Cym. ii. 2. H. i. 1. The glow-worm shows the matin to be near, Night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast; At whose approach, ghosts wand'ring here and there, The wolves have prey'd; and look, the gentle day, It was the lark, the herald of the morn, Even from Hyperion's rising in the east As when the golden sun salutes the morn, H. i. 5. M. N. iii. 2. M. A. v.3. R. J. ii. 3. R. J. iii. 5. M. M. iv. 2. Tit. And. v. 2. Tit. And. ii. 1. W. T. iii. 3. 'Tis a lucky day, boy; and we'll do good deeds on't. O, such a day, So fought, so follow'd, and so fairly won, H. IV. PT. 11. 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, R. III. v. 3. 0. v. 2. DEATH,-continued. O ruin'd piece of nature! this great world Nay, nothing; all is said: His tongue is now a stringless instrument; Even so ;-my tale is told. Have felt the worst of death's destroying wound 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; K. L. iv. 6. R. II. ii. 1. L. L. v. 2. R. II. iii. 2. H. VI. PT. II. ii. 4. To-day, how many would have given their honours It is too late; the life of all this blood Is touch'd corruptibly; and his pure brain M. M. iii. 1. (Which some suppose the soul's frail dwelling house,) M. V. iv. 1. M. ii. 3. Cym. v.3. Foretel the ending of mortality. 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? A. C. v. 2. DEATH,-continued. O, our lives' sweetness! That with the pain of death, we'd hourly die, We must die, Messala: O amiable, lovely death! Thou odoriferous stench! sound rottenness! And ring these fingers with thy household worms; 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, Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; Which thou dost glare with. O, my love! my wife! K. L v. 3. J. C. iv. 3. K. J. iii. 4. R. J. v. 3. H. IV. PT. II. iv. 4. Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, By medicine life may be prolong'd, yet death That we shall die, we know ; 'tis but the time, 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, And let us all to meditation. M. iii. 4. R. J. v. 3. Cym. v.5. J. C. iii. 1. J. C. ii. 2. H. VI, PT. H. iii. 3. P. P. i. 1. Death remember'd, should be like a mirror, DEATH,-continued. Oft have I seen a timely parted ghost, Of ashy semblance, meagre, pale, and bloodless, H. VI. PT. II. iii. 2. The sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood 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; To die, is to be banish'd from myself. 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. M. M. iii. 1. DEATH,-continued. Where art thou, death? 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, Need and oppression starveth in thy eyes, Upon thy back hangs ragged misery, The world is not thy friend nor the world's law. R. J. v. 1. The night is long that never finds a day. M. iv. 3. With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me hence. H. VI. PT. 1. ii. 5. H. VI. PT. II. v.1. H. VI. PT. 11. iii.3. Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries, 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! The worst is,-death, and death will have his day. R. II. iii. 2. 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 OF BUCKINGHAM, THE DUKE OF. All good people, You that thus far have come to pity me, H. IV. PT. II. v. 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, 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; And lift my soul to heaven. Lead on, o' God's name. FALSTAFF. Cym. iv. 2. H. VIII. ii. 1. 'A made a finer end, and went away an it had been any christom child; 'a parted just between twelve and one ;-e'en at the turning of the 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 of good cheer. So 'a cried out, God !-three or four times: now I, to comfort |