Who is so firm that can't be seduced?

So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh at gilded butterflies.

Have you not a moist eye, a dry hand, a yellow cheek, a white beard, a decreasing leg, an increasing belly? Is not your voice broken, your wind short, your chin double, your wit single, and every part about you blasted with antiquity?

So they loved as love in twain Had the essence but in one; Two distinct, divisions none.

Your worm is your only emperor for diet; we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots.

I say there is no darkness but ignorance.

Death is my son-in-law. Death is my heir. My daughter he hath wedded. I will die, And leave him all. Life, living, all is Death’s.