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It is never death because they live in your heart foever.
It is never death because they live in your heart foever.
To what base ends, and by what abject ways,
Are mortals urg'd through sacred lust of praise!
To what base ends, and by what abject ways,
Are mortals urg'd through sacred lust of praise!
Death is the universal salt of states;
Blood is the base of all things--law and war.
Death is the universal salt of states;
Blood is the base of all things--law and war.
Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before,
Advanced a stage or two upon that road
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Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before,
Advanced a stage or two upon that road
Which you must travel in the steps they trod.
Tis after death that we measure men.
Tis after death that we measure men.
Sweet is the scene where genial friendship plays The pleasing game of interchanging praise.
Sweet is the scene where genial friendship plays The pleasing game of interchanging praise.
All say, 'How hard it is that we have to die' - a strange complaint to come from the mouths read more
All say, 'How hard it is that we have to die' - a strange complaint to come from the mouths of people who have had to live.
To die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly. Death of one's own free choice, death at read more
To die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly. Death of one's own free choice, death at the proper time, with a clear head and with joyfulness, consummated in the midst of children and witnesses: so that an actual leave-taking is possible while he who is leaving is still there.
