Even at our birth, death does but stand aside a little. And every day he looks towards us and muses somewhat to himself whether that day or the next he will draw nigh. – Robert Bolt
The great Creator to revere Must sure become the creature; But still the preaching cant forbear, And evn the rigid feature: Yet neer with wits profane to range Be complaisance extended;An atheist laughs a poor exchange For deity offended. – Robert Burns