Why, thou owest god a death.
We were not born to sue, but to command.
If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
Jesters do oft prove prophets.
The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, which hurts and is desired.
I have lived long enough. My way of life is to fall into the sere, the yellow leaf, and that which should accompany old age, as honor, love, obedience, troops of friends I must not look to have.