Death is a Fisherman, the world we see
His Fish-pond is, and we the Fishes be:
His Net some general Sickness; howe’er he
Is not so kind as other Fishers be;
For if they take one of the smaller Fry,
They throw him in again, he shall not die:
But Death is sure to kill all he can get,
And all is Fish with him that comes to Net.
Death is a commingling of Eternity with Time; in the death of a good man, Eternity is seen looking through Time.
Both marriage and death ought to be welcome: the one promises happiness, doubtless the other assures it.
Because I could not stop for Death —
He kindly stopped for me —
The Carriage held but just Ourselves —
A man’s ethical behavior should be based effectually on sympathy, education, and social ties and needs; no religious basis is necessary. Man would indeed be in a poor way if he had to be restrained by fear of punishment and hope of reward after death.
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
Who till they died, did not alive become —
Who had they lived, had died, but when
They died, Vitality begun.