|The Square type is so designated on account of the palm being like a square in shape, or at least nearly so. Such a hand in fact "looks square." It is rather straight or even at the wrist, at the base of the fingers, and also at the sides. The ... Read more of The Square Type at Palm Readings.org|| Informational|
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Last Words Of Famous Men And Women
'Tis well.--George Washington.
I thank God that I have done my duty.--Admiral Nelson.
I pray thee see me safe up, but for my coming down I can shift for
myself, were the last words of Sir Thomas More when ascending the
God bless you.--Dr. Johnson.
I have finished.--Hogarth.
Dying, dying.--Thos. Hood.
Drop the curtain, the farce is played out.--Rabelais.
I am what I am. I am what I am.--Swift.
I still live.--Daniel Webster.
How grand these rays. They seem to beckon earth to heaven.--Humboldt.
It is now time that we depart--I to die, you to live: but which is the
better destination is unknown.--Socrates.
Adieu, my dear Morand, I am dying.--Voltaire.
My beautiful flowers, my lovely flowers.--Richter.
James, take good care of the horse.--Winfield Scott.
Many things are becoming clearer to me.--Schiller.
I feel the daisies growing over me.--John Keats.
What, is there no bribing death?--Cardinal Beaufort.
Taking a leap in the dark. O, mystery.--Thomas Paine.
There is not a drop of blood on my hands.'--Frederick V.
I am taking a fearful leap in the dark.--Thomas Hobbes.
Don't let that awkward squad fire over my grave.--Burns.
Here, veteran, if you think it right, strike.--Cicero.
My days are past as a shadow that returns not.--R. Hooker.
I thought that dying had been more difficult,--Louis XIV.
O Lord, forgive me specially my sins of omission.--Usher.
Let me die to the sounds of delicious music.--Mirabeau.
It is small, very small, alluding to her neck.--Anna Boleyn.
Let me hear those notes so long my solace and delight.--Mozart.
We are as near heaven by sea as by land,--Sir Humphrey Gilbert.
I do not sleep. I wish to meet death awake.--Maria Theresa.
I resign my soul to God; my daughter to my country.--Jefferson.
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