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• The bay-trees in our country are all wither'd And meteors fright the fixed stars of heave
  The pale-faced moon looks bloody on the earth And lean-look'd prophets whisper fearful change....
• Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north-wind's breath, And stars to se
  but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!...
• And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
  For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings....
• Falstaff sweats to death, And lards the lean earth as he walks along.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act ii, Sc. 2...
• By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moo
  Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks....
• When in distress with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate
  Wishing me like to one more rich in fate Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's art and that man's state, With what I most enjoy contented least....
• The temperature of Heaven can be rather accurately computed.
  Our authority is Isaiah 30:26, "Moreover, the light of the Moon shall be as the light of the Sun and the light of the Sun shall be sevenfold, as the light of seven days....
• All places that the eye of heaven visits Are to a wise man ports and happy havens.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard II -- Act i, Sc. 3...