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 ShakespeareFor God's sake, let us sit upon the ground, and tell sad stories of the death of kings... All murdered; for within the hollow crown that rounds the mortal temples of a king, keeps Death his court... and with a little pin bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!
William ShakespeareFrame your mind to mirth and merriment which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life.
William Shakespeare