Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.
Who doubting tyranny, and fainting under Fortunes false lottery, desperately run To death, for dread of death; that souls most stout, That, bearing all mischance, dares last it out. Beaumont and FletcherThe Honest Mans Fortune. Act IV. Sc. 1.
But if there be an hereafter, And that there is, conscience, uninfluencd And sufferd to speak out, tells every man, Then must it be an awful thing to die; More horrid yet to die by ones own hand. BlairThe Grave. L. 398.
Our time is fixed, and all our days are numberd; How long, how short, we know not:this we know, Duty requires we calmly wait the summons, Nor dare to stir till Heaven shall give permission. BlairThe Grave. L. 417.
If suicide be supposed a crime, it is only cowardice can impel us to it. If it be no crime, both prudence and courage should engage us to rid ourselves at once of existence when it becomes a burden. It is the only way that we can then be useful to society, by setting an example which, if imitated, would preserve every one his chance for happiness in life, and would effectually free him from all danger or misery. David HumeEssay on Suicide.
When Fannius from his foe did fly Himself with his own hands he slew; Who eer a greater madness knew? Life to destroy for fear to die. MartialEpigrams. Bk. II. 80. Same idea in AntiphanesFragment. Comicorum Græcorum. P. 567. Meinekes ed.
He That kills himself to avoid misery, fears it, And, at the best, shows but a bastard valour. This lifes a fort committed to my trust, Which I must not yield up till it be forced: Nor will I. Hes not valiant that dares die, But he that boldly bears calamity. MassingerThe Maid of Honour. Act IV. Sc. 3.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressors wrong, the proud mans contumely, The pangs of despised love, the laws delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 76. (Poor for proud; desprizd for despised in folio.)
Britannias shame! There took her gloomy flight, On wing impetuous, a black sullen soul Less base the fear of death than fear of life. O Britain! infamous for suicide. YoungNight Thoughts. Night V. L. 436.