"Death's got an Invisibility Cloak?" Harry interrupted again. "So he can sneak up on people," said Ron. "Sometimes he gets bored of running at them, flapping his arms and shrieking..."
Here lies, bowl'd out by Death's unerring ball, A cricketer renowned, by name John Small; But though his name was small, yet great was his fame, For nobly did he play the'noble game'. His life was like his inningslong and good; Full ninety summers had Death withstood, At length the ninetieth winter camewhen (Fate Not leaving him one solitary mate) This last of Hambledonians, old John Small, Gave up his bat and ballhis leather, wax and all.
Death's a debt; his mandamus binds all alike — no bail, no demurrer.Richard Brinsley Sheridan
Who can take Death's portrait? The tyrant never sat.Edward Young
Death's but a path that must be trod, if man would ever pass to God.thomas parnell
Death's pale flag advanced in his cheeks.
Here's a health to the glow-worm, Death's sober lamplighter.
In the throat Of Hell, before the very vestibule Of opening Orcus, sit Remorse and Grief, And pale Disease, and sad Old Age and Fear, And Hunger that persuades to crime, and Want: Forms terrible to see. Suffering and Death Inhabit here, and Death's own brother Sleep; And the mind's evil lusts and deadly War, Lie at the threshold, and the iron beds Of the Eumenides; and Discord wild Her viper-locks with bloody fillets bound.
Susanna's music touched the bawdy strings Of those white elders; but, escaping, Left only Death's ironic scraping. Now, in its immortality, it plays On the clear viol of her memory, And makes a constant sacrament of praise.
But, oh! fell Death's untimely frost,That nipt my flower sae early.Robert Burns
Shake off this downy sleep, Death's counterfeit, and look on death itself!william shakespeare
Deep rest and sweet, most like indeed to Death's own quietness.virgil
Come, gentle sleep! attend thy votary's prayer, And, though Death's image, to my couch repair; How sweet, though lifeless, yet with life to lie, And, without dying, O how sweet to die!john wolcot
Neither fear your Death's day nor long for it.
The scourge of life, and Death's extreme disgrace, The smoke of hell, that monster callèd Paine.
We wonder if this can be really the close, Life's fever cooled by Death's trance. And we cry, though it seems to our dearest of foes, "God give us another chance."
Ah, what a sign it is of evil life, Where Death's approach is seen so terrible!
Letters, from absent friends, extinguish fear, Unite division, and draw distance near; Their magic force each silent wish conveys, And wafts embodied thought, a thousand ways: Could souls to bodies write, Death's pow'r were mean, For minds could then meet minds with heav'n between.aaron hill
Nay, in Death's hand, the grape-stone proves As strong as thunder is in Jove's.Abraham Cowley
[I]f another citizen preferred to toy with death, and buy health in small parcels, to bribe death with a sugar pill to stay away, or go to the grave with all the original sweetners undrenched out of him, then the individual adopted the "like cures like" system, and called in a homeopath physician as being a pleasant friend of Death's.
Neither fear your Death's day nor long for it.john milton
The flood of time is rolling on; We stand upon its brink, whilst they are gone To glide in peace down Death's mysterious stream. Have ye done well?
Malcolm! awake! Shake off this downy sleep, Death's counterfeit, And look on death itself! up, up, and see The great doom's image!william shakespeare