Note 54 — Chapter XV · THE FRAGMENTS OF ÆSCHYLUS, SOPHOCLES, AND EURIPIDES.
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Who knows if that be life which we call death, And life be dying?—save alone that men Living bear grief, but when they yield their breath They grieve no more and have no sorrow then.
Incert. Fab., 821.
'Twere well for men, when first a babe draws breath, To meet and wail the woes that he must bear; But to salute the soul that rests from care With songs and pæans on the path of death.
Cresphontes, 454.
Let those who live do right ere death descendeth; The dead are dust; mere naught to nothing tendeth.
Meleager, 537.
In death there dwells the end of human strife; For what mid men than death is mightier? Who can inflict pain on the stony scaur By wounding it with spear-point? Who can hurt The dead, when dead men have no sense of suffering?
Antigone, 160.