“We know what we are, but not what we may be.”

“Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be.”

“For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,Must give us pause”

“The weight of this sad time we must obey,Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.The oldest hath borne most: we that are youngShall never see so much, nor live so long.”

“Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust?And, live we how we can, yet die we must.”

“For it falls outThat what we have we prize not to the worthWhiles we enjoy it, but being lacked and lost,Why, then we rack the value, then we findThe virtue that possession would not show usWhile it was ours.”

“Life... is a paradise to what we fear of death.”