O horror! Horror! Horror! Tongue nor heart Cannot conceive nor name thee!
For death remembered should be like a mirror, Who tells us life’s but breath, to trust it error.
The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.
For a noble heart, the most precious gift becomes poor, when the giver stops loving.
Life... is a paradise to what we know of death.
And I will make it felony to drink small beer.