urney's end.
503
JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _To George William Curtis._

Death in itself is nothing; but we fear
To be we know not what, we know not where.
504
DRYDEN: _Aurengzebe,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

=Debt.=

You say, you nothing owe; and so I say:
He only owes, who something hath to pay.
505
MARTIAL: (_Hay_), ii., 3.

=Decay.=

Before decay's effacing fingers
Have swept the lines where beauty lingers.
506
BYRON: _Giaour,_ Line 68.

The ruins of himself! now worn away
With age, yet still majestic in decay.
507
POPE: _Odyssey,_ Bk. xxiv., Line 271.

=Deceit.=

Ah, that deceit should steal such gentle shapes,
And with a virtuous visor hide deep vice.
508
SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

O, what a tangled web we weave,
When first we practise to deceive.
509
SCOTT: _Marmion,_ Canto vi., St. 17

=December.=

And after him came next the chill December:
Yet he, through merry feasting which he made
And great bonfires, did not the cold remember;
His Saviour's birth his mind so much did glad.
510
SPENSER: _Faerie Queene,_ Bk. vii., Canto vii., St. 41.

As soon
Seek roses in December, ice in June.
511
BYRON: _English Bards and Scotch Reviewers,_ Line 75.

=Decency.=

Immodest words admit of no defence,
For want of decency is want of sense.
512
EARL OF ROSCOMMON: _Essay on Translated Verse_; Line 113.

=Decision.=

If it were done, when 't is done, then 't were well
It were done quickly.
513
SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act i., Sc. 7.

Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide,
In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side;
Some great cause, God's new Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight,
Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon the right;
And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
514
JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _Present Crisis._

=Deeds.=

And with necessity,
The tyrant's plea, excus'd his devilish deeds.
515
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 393.

Oh! 't is easy
To beget great deeds; but in the rearing of them--
The threading in cold blood each mean detail,
And furze brake of half-pertinent circumstance--
There lies the self-denial.
516
CHARLES KINGSLEY: _Saint's Tragedy,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

=Deep.=

Embosom'd in the deep where Holland lies,
Methinks her patient sons before me stand,
Where the broad ocean leans against the land.
517
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