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C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.
Shirley
All buildings are but monuments of death,All clothes but winding-sheets for our last knell,All dainty fattings for the worms beneath,All curious music but our passing bell:Thus death is nobly waited on, for why?All that we have is but death’s livery.
Divinity hath oftentimes descendedUpon our slumbers, and the blessed troupesHave, in the calm and quiet of the soule,Conversed with us.
He is an adorer of chaste truth,And speaks religiously of ev’ry man:He will not trust obscure traditions.Or faith implicit, but concludes of thingsWithin his own clear knowledge: what he saysYou may believe, and pawn your soul upon ’t.
Heav’n, that knowsThe weakness of our natures, will forgive,Nay, must applaud love’s debt, when decent paid:Nor can the bravest mortal blame the tearWhich glitters on the bier of fallen worth.
Heaven, the perfection of all that canBe said, of thought, riches, delight or harmony,Health, beauty; and all those not subject toThe waste of time, but in their height eternal.
Her eye did seem to labour with a tear,Which suddenly took birth, but overweigh’dWith its own weight, swelling, dropp’d upon her bosom,Which, by reflection of her light, appear’dAs nature meant her sorrow for an ornament.
Only the actions of the justSmell sweet, and blossom in their dust.
Take heed what you say, sir.An hundred honest men! why, if there wereSo many i’ th’ city, ’twere enough to forfeitTheir charter.
The glories of our blood and stateAre shadows, not substantial things;There is no armour against fate;Death lays his icy hand on kings.
This fellow must have a rare understanding;For nature recompenseth the defectsOf one part with redundance in another;Blind men have excellent memories, and the tongueThus indisposed, there’s treasure in the intellect.
Death lays his icy hand on kings.
How wise are we in thought! how weak in practice! our very virtue, like our will, is nothing.
Knaves will thrive when honest plainness knows not how to live.
The honor is overpaid when he that did the act is commentator.
The sin of excessive length.