208.

Death, approach of.

"T is a vile thing to die,

When men are unprepared, and look not for it.

209.

Death, resignation in.

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.

24-iii. 2.

15-i. 4.

Full of repentance,

Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows,
He gave his honours to the world again,

His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.

25-iv. 2.

His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him;
For then, and not till then, he felt himself,
And found the blessedness of being little:
And, to add greater honours to his age

Than man could give him, he died, fearing God.

25-iv. 2.

Now, quiet soul, depart when heaven please:
What is the trust or strength of foolish man?
Even kings and mightiest potentates must die;
For that's the end of human miseryf.

213.

Presage of heavenly bliss.

21-iii. 2.

Saw you not, even now, a blessed troop
Invite me to a banquet; whose bright faces
Cast thousand beams upon me, like the sun?

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"To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die." -Eccl. iii. 1.

They promised me eternal happiness;
And brought me garlands, .

which I feel

25-iv. 2.

I am not worthy yet to wear. I shall,
Assuredlyg.

214.

Man's accountability after death.

No reckoning made, but sent to my account
With all my imperfections on my head.

36-i. 5.

And, how his audit stands, who knows, save heaven i?

What I speak,

My body shall make good upon this earth,
Or my divine soul answer it in heaven.

36-iii. 2.

17-i. 1.

All things that we ordained festival,
Turn from their office to black funeral;
Our instruments to melancholy bells;
Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast;
Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change;
Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,
And all things change them to the contrary.

35-iv. 5.

"He saw in a vision evidently, about the ninth hour of the day, an angel of God coming in to him, and saying unto him, Cornelius, thy prayers and thine alms are come up for a memorial before God."-Acts x. 3.

"Every one of us shall give account of himself to God." -Rom. xiv. 12.

"Who shall give account to him that is ready to judge the quick and the dead."-1 Peter, iv. 5.

"I say unto you, That every idle word that men shall speak, they shall give account thereof in the day of judgment."-Matt. xii. 36.

Now, boast thee, death! in thy possession lies
A lass unparallel'd.-Downy windows, close;
And golden Phoebus never be beheld

Of eyes again so royal!

30-v. 2.

To what base uses we may return! Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander, till it find it stopping a bung-hole? As thus, Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth to dust; the dust is earth: of earth we make loam: And why of that loam, whereto he was converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel ?

Imperious Cæsar, dead, and turn'd to clay,
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away;
O, that the earth, which kept the world in awe,
Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw!

36-v. 1.

221.

The same.

Fear no more the heat o' the sun
Nor the furious winter's rages:
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages:
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

Fear no more the frown o' the great,
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke;
Care no more to clothe, and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak:
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this, and come to dust.

Fear no more the light'ning-flash,
Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash;

Thou hast finish'd joy and moan:
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.

No exorciser harm thee!

Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
Ghost unlaid forbear thee!
Nothing ill come near thee!
Quiet consummation have;
And renowned be thy grave!

222. Death more active in peace than war.

Being an ugly monster,

Death,

31-iv. 2.

"T is strange, he hides him in fresh cups, soft beds, Sweet words: or hath more ministers than we That draw his knives i' the war.

31-v. 3.

Play me that sad note

25-iv. 2.

I named my knell, whilst I sit meditating
On that celestial harmony I go to.

225.

The dead, reverence for.

I will rob Tellus of her weeds,

To strew thy green with flowers; the yellows, blues, The purple violets, and marigolds,

Shall, as a chaplet, hang upon thy grave,

While summer days do last.

33-iv. 1.

With fairest flowers,

Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele,
I'll sweeten thy sad grave: Thou shalt not lack
The flower, that 's like thy face, pale primrose; nor
The azured hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor
The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander,
Out-sweeten'd not thy breath: the ruddock m would,

'Earth.

The red-breast.

With charitable bill (O, bill, sore-shaming
Those rich-left heirs, that let their fathers lie
Without a monument!) bring thee all this;

Yea, and furr'd moss besides, when flowers are none, To winter-guard thy corse.

31-iv. 2.

The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve;
And like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind".

1-iv. 1.

What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! How infinite in faculties! in form, and moving, how express and admirable! in action, how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals!

229.

The same.

36-ii. 2.

See, what a grace was seated on this brow:
Hyperion's P curls; the front of Jove himself;
An eye like Mars, to threaten and command;
A station like the herald Mercury,
New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill;
A combination, and a form, indeed,
Where every god did seem to set his seal,
To give the world assurance of a man.

36-iii. 4.

I have, in this rough work, shaped out a man,
Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hug

"The heavens shall pass away with a great noise, and the elements shall melt with fervent heat, the earth also and the works that are therein, shall be burnt up.”— 2 Peter, iii. 10.

"What is man, that thou art mindful of him?

Thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and honour. Thou madest him to have dominion over the works of thy hands; thou hast put all things under his feet."-Ps. viii. 4.

P Apollo's.

9 The act of standing.