When we leave this world, and are laid in the earth, the prince walks as narrow a path as the day-laborer.
Miguel de Cervantes'Tis the maddest trick a man can ever play in his whole life, to let his breath sneak out of his body without any more ado, and without so much as a rap o'er the pate, or a kick of the guts; to go out like the snuff of a farthing candle, and die merely of the mulligrubs, or the sullens.
Miguel de Cervantes