Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep: and yet a third of Life is passed in sleep

Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.

Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother.

Old men go to death; but death comes to young men

He sees death in convicted thieves, the burglars, the muggers, the con men, the pimps, a death imposed by law, the gradual death of confinement behind bars.

As men, we are all equal in the presence of death