Death is life.
Here hath death so much of gold and of precious stone
That he boasteth himself thereof;
Behold, I am the burial which is a pageant,
And the sepulchre which is a palace.
Then, like a great thunder, the voice of Jupiter:
I am the Olympian,
The lord of the muses;
All that which hath life, or breath, or love, or thought, or growth.
Groweth, thinketh, liveth, loveth, and breatheth in me.