Quote#Death
I was born, and am like to die in her tottering communion, but I…
Quote byEdward Perronet · 1726–1792
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: The Mitre: A Poem, (1757), p. 235, note; signed E. P. in monogram.
English (original)
I was born, and am like to die in her tottering communion, but I despise her nonsense.
— Edward Perronet
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All hail the power of Jesu's name! Let Angels prostrate fall; Bring forth the royal diadem, To crown Him Lord of All.
Glory to God in the height of His divinity! Glory to God in the depth of his humanity! Glory to God in His all-sufficiency! Into His hands I commend my spirit.
But see! the pains begin to fly; Tho’ Venus bled she could not die: See the new phœnix point her eyes, And lovelier from her ashes rise.
Brighter from her disease she shines, As fire the precious gold refines. Thus when the silent grave becomes Pregnant with life as fruitful wombs; When the wide seas and spacious earth Resign us to our second birth;
'Tis the night—the night Of the grave's delight, And the warlocks are at their play! Ye think that without, The wild winds shout, But no, it is they—it is they!
Good Christian People, I have not come here to preach a sermon; I have come here to die.
