Death is a fearful thing.

“Why, what's the matter,That you have such a February face,So full of frost, of …”

“Finish, good lady; the bright day is done, And we are for the Dark.”

“Thrice the brinded cat hath mew’d.Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.Harpier …”

“This to hearWould Desdemona seriously incline:But still the house-affairs would…”