The latter end of a fray, and the beginning of a feast, Fits a dull fighter, and a keen guest.
The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.
Ideas are the very coinage of your brain.
How well he's read, to reason against reading!
I'll go find a shadow, and sigh till he come" (Phebe)
The gloomy shade of death.