Men must endure, their going hence even as their coming hither. Ripeness is all.
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- Don’t trust the person who has broken faith once.
- I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.
- All that live must die, passing through nature to eternity.
- After life’s fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst. Nor steel nor poison, malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing can touch him further.
- The weariest and most loathed worldly life, that age, ache, penury and imprisonment can lay on nature is a paradise, to what we fear of death.
- But I will be a bridegroom in my death, and run into a lover’s bed.