Dove è il Papa, ivi è Roma—Where the Pope is, Rome is. It. Pr.

Dove è l'amore, là è l'occhio—Where love is, there the eye is. It. Pr.

Dove entra il vino, esce la vergogna—When 35 wine enters modesty goes. It. Pr.

Dove la voglia è pronta, le gambe son leggiere—When the will is prompt, the legs are light. It. Pr.

Do weel and doubt nae man; do ill and doubt a' men. Sc. Pr.

Do we not all submit to death? The highest sentence of the law, sentence of death, is passed on all of us by the fact of birth; yet we live patiently under it, patiently undergo it when the hour comes. Carlyle.

Dower'd with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, / The love of love. Tennyson, of the poet.

Do what he will, he cannot realise / Half he 40 conceives—the glorious vision flies; / Go where he may, he cannot hope to find / The truth, the beauty pictured in the mind. Rogers.

Do what we can, summer will have its flies; if we go a-fishing, we must expect a wet coat. Emerson.

Down, thou climbing sorrow; / Thy element's below. King Lear, ii. 4.