Nature does require her time of preservation, which perforce, I her frail son amongst my brethren mortal, must give my attendance to.
Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity.
The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes.
To fear the worst oft cures the worst.
So wise so young, they say, do never live long.
Plain and not honest is too harsh a style.