Calm thou mayst smile while all around thee weep.[[43]]
Sir W. Jones: Pers. Trans.
Napoleon.—Tête d’Armée!
Sir Walter Raleigh.—It matters little how the head lieth.
Goethe.—Let the light enter.
Tasso.—Into thy hands, O Lord.
Alfieri.—Clasp my hand, my dear friend: I die.
Martin Luther.—Father in Heaven, though this body is breaking away from me, and I am departing this life, yet I know that I shall forever be with thee, for no one can pluck me out of thy hand.
Mozart.—You spoke of refreshment, my Emilie: take my last notes, sit down at the piano, sing them with the hymn of your sainted mother; let me hear once more those notes which have so long been my solace and delight.
Haydn.—God preserve the Emperor!