Death, thou shalt die.
Sleep with clean hands, either kept clean all day by integrity or washed clean at night by repentance.
Let not thy divining heart Forethink me any ill; Destiny may take thy part, And may thy fears fulfill.
God himself took a day to rest in, and a good man's grave is his Sabbath.
Can there be worse sickness, than to know that we are never well, nor can be so?
That subtle knot which makes us man So must pure lovers souls descend T affections, and to faculties, Which sense may reach and apprehend, Else a great Prince in prison lies.