When I died last, and dear, I die As often as from thee I go. - John Donne

I have done one braver thing Than all the Worthies did; And yet a braver thence doth spring, Which is to keep that hid.

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main.

Grief brought to numbers cannot be so fierce,
For, he tames it, that fetters it in verse.