Go thou, deceased, to this earth which is a mother, and spacious
and kind. May her touch be soft read more

Go thou, deceased, to this earth which is a mother, and spacious
and kind. May her touch be soft like that of wool, or a young
woman, and may she protect thee from the depths of destruction.
Rise above him, O Earth, do not press painfully on him, give him
good things, give him consolation, as a mother covers her child
with her cloth, cover thou him.

Death's pale flag advanced in his cheeks.

Death's pale flag advanced in his cheeks.

What then remains, but that we still should cry
Not to be born, or being born to die.

What then remains, but that we still should cry
Not to be born, or being born to die.

Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.

Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.

I know not what others may choose but, as for me, give me liberty or give me death.

I know not what others may choose but, as for me, give me liberty or give me death.

One death is a tragedy; one million is a statistic.

One death is a tragedy; one million is a statistic.

God is becoming bitter, he envies man his mortality.

God is becoming bitter, he envies man his mortality.

Death hath so many doors to let out life.

Death hath so many doors to let out life.

Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.

Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.