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PEACE

Did in pure love descend
To die here for thy sake.
If thou canst get but thither,
There grows the flower of Peace,
The Rose that cannot wither,
Thy fortress, and thy ease.
Leave then thy foolish ranges;
For none can thee secure
But One who never changes-
Thy God thy life, thy cure.

HENRY VAUGHAN

DEATH

ANIMULA, vagula, blandula!
Hospes comesque corporis,
Quae nunc abibis in loca?
Pallidula, rigida, nudula.

THE EMPEROR HADRIAN TO HIS SOUL

THE Grave is but a with-drawing roome to retire in for a while, a going to bed to take rest sweeter than sleepe. And when it is time to rise, cum expergiscar, Then I shall be satisfied, saith the Prophet David.

HENRY MONTAGU, EARL OF MANCHESTER

LIVE holily and you shall die happily: Live as though there were no Gospell, but die as though there were no Law.

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O MORTAL folk, you may behold and see

How I lie here, sometime a mighty knight:

The end of joy and all prosperitee

Is death at last, thorough his course and might :
After the day there cometh the dark night:

For the daye be never so long

At last the bells ringeth to evensong.

STEPHEN HAWES

THERE is nothing strictly immortal but Immortality.

SIR THOMAS BROWNE

Death

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who, for aught thou knowest, may at this very present depart out of this life. And as for death, if there be any gods it is no grievous thing to leave the society of The gods will do thee no hurt, thou may'st be But if it be so that there be no gods, or that they take no care of the world, why should I desire to live in a world void of gods and of all divine providence? But gods there be certainly, and they take care of the world.

MARCUS AURELIUS ANTONINUS

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ELOQUENT, just, and mighty Death! none could advise, thou hast persuaded! What none have dared, thou hast done! And whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised! Thou hast drawn together all the farre stretched greatnesse, all the pride, crueltie and ambition of man; and covered it all over with these two narrow words: Hic jacet.

SIR WALTER RALEIGH

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