Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dreamโFor in that sleep of death what dreams may come,When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause, there's the respect, That makes calamity of so long life
William ShakespeareSorrow, like a heavy ringing bell, once set on ringing, with its own weight goes; then little strength rings out the doleful knell.
William Shakespeare