“Oh dire, dreadful death, you drag your heels.Why dawdle and draw back? You drown my heart.”
“Oh yes. Draw your hem back from my mud, little sister.”
“When you give your heart to the ocean, you either drown, or spend your life wishing you had drowned.”
“Fear not the phantom of death, My Countrymen, for his greatnessAnd mercy will refuse to approachYour smallness; and dread not the Dagger, for it will decline to beLodged in your shallow hearts.”
“If you put your hand in my pocket, you’ll drag back six inches of bloody stump.”
“Drowned in a vat of whiskey... Oh Death, where is thy sting?”