Poor Jack, farewell!
I could have better spared a better man.
King Henry IV., Pt. I. Act v. Sc. 4. SHAKESPEARE.
So may he rest: his faults lie gently on him!
King Henry VIII, Act iv. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.
He that lacks time to mourn, lacks time to mend.
Eternity mourns that. 'Tis an ill cure
For life's worst ills to have no time to feel them.
Philip Van Artevelde, Pt. I. Act i. Sc. 5. H. TAYLOR.
The very cypress droops to death—
Dark tree, still sad when others' grief is fled,
The only constant mourner o'er the dead.
The Giaour. LORD BYRON.
MURDER.
O blissful God, that art so just and trewe!
Lo, howe that thou biwreyest mordre alway!
Mordre wol out, that se we day by day.
The Nonnes Preestes Tale. CHAUCER.
Blood, though it sleep a time, yet never dies.
The gods on murtherers fix revengeful eyes.
The Widow's Tears. G. CHAPMAN.
Murder may pass unpunished for a time,
But tardy justice will o'ertake the crime.
The Cock and the Fox. J. DRYDEN.
For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak
With most miraculous organ.
Hamlet, Act ii. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.