<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=122792" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><b>Duke Vincento</b>: Be absolute for death; either death or life<br>Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life:<br>If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing<br>That none but fools would keep: a breath thou art,<br>Servile to all the skyey influences,<br>That dost this habitation, where thou keep‘st,<br>Hourly afflict: merely, thou art death‘s fool;<br>For him thou labour‘st by thy flight to shun<br>And yet runn‘st toward him still. Thou art not noble;<br>For all the accommodations that thou bear‘st<br>Are nursed by baseness. Thou‘rt by no means valiant;<br>For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork<br>Of a poor worm. Thy best of rest is sleep,<br>And that thou oft provokest; yet grossly fear‘st<br>Thy death, which is no more. Thou art not thyself;<br>For thou exist‘st on many a thousand grains<br>That issue out of dust. Happy thou art not;<br>For what thou hast not, still thou strivest to get,<br>And what thou hast, forget‘st. Thou art not certain;<br>For thy complexion shifts to strange effects,<br>After the moon. If thou art rich, thou‘rt poor;<br>For, like an ass whose back with ingots bows,<br>Thou bear‘s thy heavy riches but a journey,<br>And death unloads thee. Friend hast thou none;<br>For thine own bowels, which do call thee sire,<br>The mere effusion of thy proper loins,<br>Do curse the gout, serpigo, and the rheum,<br>For ending thee no sooner. Thou hast nor youth nor age,<br>But, as it were, an after-dinner‘s sleep,<br>Dreaming on both; for all thy blessed youth<br>Becomes as aged, and doth beg the alms<br>Of palsied eld; and when thou art old and rich,<br>Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty,<br>To make thy riches pleasant. What‘s yet in this<br>That bears the name of life? Yet in this life<br>Lie hid moe thousand deaths: yet death we fear,<br>That makes these odds all even.<br><br /></a>line from <i>Measure for Measure</a></i> by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Shakespeare">William Shakespeare</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=122792" data-title="William Shakespeare" data-description="Duke Vincento: Be absolute for death; either death or life / Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life: / If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing / That none but fools would keep: a breath thou art, / Servile to all the skyey influences, / ..."></div> </div> </div>

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