Despair and die. The ghosts
Come, Lady, die to live.
To sue to live, I find I seek to die; And, seeking death, find life: let it come on.
Live how we can, yet die we must.
Death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all, all shall die.
I hope to see London once ere I die.
I almost die for food, and let me have it!
Our bodies are our gardens... our wills are our gardeners.
I would fain die a dry death.
thus with a kiss I die
I must be gone and live, or stay and die.