Consolatio: Shakespeare: Men must endure their going hence

Pablo Neruda: When I die I want your hands on my eyes

Victor Hugo: Written on the tomb of a child at the seaside

Shakespeare: Men must endure their going hence

Men must endure their going hence, even as their coming hither; ripeness is all.

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