“Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?---"On death”
“Life is but Life! And Death, but Death!Bliss is but Bliss, and Breath but Breath!”
“Life a dream in Death's eternal sleep.”
“When in the down I sink my head,Sleep, Death's twin-brother, times my breath;Sleep, Death's twin-brother, knows not Death,Nor can I dream of thee as dead:”
“Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.”
“Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream—For 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”