s, it matters not where, when,
Nor how, so we die well: and can that man that does so
Need lamentation for him?
1231
BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _Valentinian,_ Act iv., Sc. 4.

Ah, surely nothing dies but something mourns.
1232
BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto iii., St. 108.

=Murder.=

Murder most foul, as in the best it is;
But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.
1233
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 5.

Murder may pass unpunish'd for a time,
But tardy justice will o'ertake the crime.
1234
DRYDEN: _Cock and Fox,_ Line 285.

=Music.=

The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils;
The motions of his spirit are dull as night,
And his affections dark as Erebus:
Let no such man be trusted.
1235
SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

Music's golden tongue
Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor.
1236
KEATS: _Eve of St. Agnes,_ St. 3.

Music has charms to soothe the savage breast,
To soften rocks, or bend the knotted oak;
I've read that things inanimate have mov'd,
And, as with living souls, have been inform'd,
By magic numbers and persuasive sound.
1237
CONGREVE: _Mourning Bride,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

Music the fiercest grief can charm,
And fate's severest rage disarm.
Music can soften pain to ease,
And make despair and madness please;
Our joys below it can improve,
And antedate the bliss above.
1238
POPE: _Ode on St. Cecilia's Day,_ St. 7.

When Music, heavenly maid, was young,
While yet in early Greece she sung,
The Passions oft, to hear her shell,
Throng'd around her magic cell,
Exulting, trembling, raging, fainting,
Possest beyond the Muse's painting.
1239
COLLINS: _The Passions,_ Line 1.

The soul of music slumbers in the shell,
Till wak'd and kindled by the master's spell,
And feeling hearts--touch them but rightly--pour
A thousand melodies unheard before.
1240
ROGERS: _Human Life,_ Line 362.

A few can touch the magic string,
And noisy Fame is proud to win them;
Alas for those that never sing,
But die with all their music in them!
1241
OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: _The Voiceless._

==N.==

=Name.=

What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.
1242
SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

Who hath not owned, with rapture-smitten frame,
The power of grace, the magic of a name?
1243
CAMPBELL: _Pl. of Hope,_ Pt. ii., Line 5.

=Nature.