Death, a necessary end, will come when it will come

“This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven.”

“Why what a fool was I to this drunken monster for a God. - Caliban”

“Methought I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more!Macbeth does murder sleep, - the i…”

“A wretched soul, bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry; B…”