My days are in the yellow leaf;
The flowers and fruits of love are gone;
The worm, the canker, and the grief
Are mine alone!
486
BYRON: _On my Thirty-sixth Year._

One of those heavenly days that cannot die.
487
WORDSWORTH: _Nutting._


=Death.=

Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come, when it will come.
488
SHAKS.: _Jul. Cæsar,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

Kings and mightiest potentates must die,
For that's the end of human misery.
489
SHAKS.: _1 Henry VI.,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.

Death lies on her, like an untimely frost
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
490