“Let the world slide, let the world go; A fig for care, and a fig for woe! If I can’t pay, why I can owe, And death makes equal the high and low.” – John Heywood
“‘T is strange that death should sing.
I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan,
Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death,
And from the organ-pipe of frailty sings
His soul and body to their lasting rest.” – William Shakespeare
“And nothing can we call our own but death
And that small model of the barren earth
Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
For God’s sake, let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings.” – William Shakespeare
“Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.” – William Shakespeare
“I know death hath ten thousand several doors
For men to take their exit.” – John Webster