All say, "How hard it is that we have to die"--a strange complaint to come from the mouths of people read more

All say, "How hard it is that we have to die"--a strange complaint to come from the mouths of people who have had to live.

Don't strew me with roses after I'm dead. When Death claims the light of my brow No flowers of life read more

Don't strew me with roses after I'm dead. When Death claims the light of my brow No flowers of life will cheer me: instead You may give me my roses now!

We must all die!
All leave ourselves, it matters not where, when,
Nor how, so we die read more

We must all die!
All leave ourselves, it matters not where, when,
Nor how, so we die well; and can that man that does so
Need lamentation for him?

Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.

Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.

Death will be a great relief. No more interviews.

Death will be a great relief. No more interviews.

Death's pale flag advanced in his cheeks.

Death's pale flag advanced in his cheeks.

Call no man happy till he is dead.

Call no man happy till he is dead.

It is only the dead who do not return.

It is only the dead who do not return.

There are so many little dyings that it doesn't matter which of them is death.

There are so many little dyings that it doesn't matter which of them is death.