Hobbes.—I am taking a fearful leap in the dark.
Byron.—I must sleep now.
Sir Walter Scott.—I feel as if I were to be myself again.
Keats.—I feel the daisies growing over me.
Robert Burns.—Don’t let that awkward squad fire over my grave.
Lawrence.—Don’t give up the ship.
Washington.—It is well.
Franklin.—A dying man can do nothing easy.
Wolfe.—Now, God be praised, I will die in peace.
Marion.—Thank God, I can lay my hand upon my heart and say that since I came to man’s estate I have never intentionally done wrong to any one.