O Death, rock me asleep,
Bring me to quiet rest,
Let pass my weary guilt­less ghost
Out of my care­ful breast.
George Boleyn

Death, thou wast once an uncouth hideous thing,
Noth­ing but bones,
The sad effect of sad­der grones;
Thy mouth was open, but thou couldst not sing.
George Her­bert

Death makes no con­quest of this con­queror,
For now he lives in fame though not in life.
William Shake­speare

Death, the most dreaded of all evils,
Is there­fore of no con­cern to us;
For while we exist death is not present,
And when death is present we no longer exist.
Epi­cu­rus

All around me bur­dens
Seem to fall
I'm not wor­ried at all
I'm not wor­ried at all

I don't worry
All day long

Just I'm not evil
I just can not see
He told me to pray
Just for me

All around me bur­dens
Seem to fall
I'm not wor­ried at all
I'm not wor­ried at all
Richard Melville Hall