Care-charming Sleep, thou easer of all woes, brother to Death, sweetly thyself dispose.
Death hath so many doors to let out life.
The coward's weapon, poison.
Only look to Jesus. He died for you, died in your place, died under the frowns of heaven, that we might die under its smile.
Deeds, not words shall speak me.
Drink today, and drown all sorrow; you shall perhaps not do tomorrow.