The Fear of Death often proves Mortal, and sets People on Methods to save their Lives, which infallibly destroy them.
O Dormer, how can I behold thy fate, And not the wonders of thy youth relate; How can I see the gay, the brave, the young, Fall in the cloud of war, and lie unsung! In joys of conquest he resigns his breath, And, filled with England's glory, smiles in death.
Oh! think what anxious moments pass between The birth of plots, and their last fatal periods, Oh! 'tis a dreadful interval of time, Filled up with horror all, and big with death!
See they suffer death, But in their deaths remember they are men, Strain not the laws to make their tortures grievous.
Death only closes a Man's Reputation, and determines it as good or bad.
Better to die ten thousand deaths than wound my honor.
Better to die ten thousand deaths, Than wound my honour.