By my troth, I care not; a man can die but once; we owe God a death and let it go which way it will he that dies this year is quit for the next
William ShakespeareThe king is but a man, as I am; the violet smells to him as it doth to me; the element shows to him as it doth to me; all his senses have but human conditions; his ceremonies laid by, in his nakedness he appears but a man; and though his affections are higher mounted than ours, yet, when they stoop, they stoop with the like wing.
William Shakespeare