Death and Mourning

You know a real friend? Someone you know will look after your cat after you are gone.

Death closes all: but something ere the end,

 

Home they brought her warrior dead.

 

Dear as remembered kisses after death.

 

Death is the end of life; ah, why

 

There hath he lain for ages and will lie

 

God’s finger touched him, and he slept.

 

Authority forgets a dying king.

 

For though from out our bourne of time and place

 

Sunset and evening star,

 

But O for the touch of a vanished hand,

 

Death lies on her like an untimely frost.

 

Seal with a righteous kiss

 

Give me my Romeo: and, when he shall die,

 

I shall fall

 

I am afeard there are few die well that die in a battle; for how can they charitably dispose of any thing when blood is their argument?

 

He’s in Arthur’s bosom, if ever man went to

 

The dead don’t die. They look on and help.

 

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.

 

Now it is autumn and the falling fruit

 

Timor mortis conturbat me.

 

Atque in perpetuum, frater, ave atque vale.

 

Lugete, O Veneres Cupidinesque,

 

Cold in the earth—and fifteen wild Decembers,