"That strain again; it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odor."
"For courage mounts with occasion."
"Here I and sorrows sit;
Here is my throne; bid kings come bow to it."
"Death's dateless night."
"Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man."
"The tongues of dying men
Enforce attention like deep harmony."
"Falstaff sweats to death,
And lards the lean earth as he walks along."
"I have set my life upon a cast,
And I will stand the hazard of the die."
"'T is better to be lowly born,
And range with humble livers in content,
Than be perked up in glistering grief,
And wear a golden sorrow."
"An old man broken with the storms of state."