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• Death hath a thousand doors to let out life. -- Philip Massinger (1584-1640) -- A Very Woman, Act v, Sc.
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• Death hath so many doors to let out life. -- Beaumont and Fletcher -- The Customs of the Country, Act ii, Sc.
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• I saw him now going the way of all flesh. -- John Webster (c.
  1580-1625) -- Westward Hoe, Act ii, Sc. 2...
• Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men.
  -- John Webster (c. 1580-1625) -- The White Devil, Act v, Sc. 2...
• Condemn you me for that the duke did love me? So may you blame some fair and crystal river For that some melancholic, distracted man Hath drown'd himself in 't.
  -- John Webster (c. 1580-1625) -- The White Devil, Act iii, Sc. 2...
• Men shut their doors against a setting sun. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Timon of Athens -- Act i, Sc.
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• Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright, But look'd too near have neither heat nor light.
  -- John Webster (c. 1580-1625) -- The White Devil, Act iv, Sc. 4...
• Death in itself is nothing; but we fear To be we know not what, we know not where.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Aurengzebe, Act iv, Sc. 1...
• T is just like a summer bird-cage in a garden,--the birds that are without despair to get in, and the birds that are within despair and are in a consumption for fear they shall never get out.
  -- John Webster (c. 1580-1625) -- The White Devil, Act i, Sc. 2...