Live and die in Aristotle's works.

Live and die in Aristotle's works.

For Tamburlaine, the scourge of God, must die.

Yet let me kiss my lord before I die, / And let me die with kissing of my lord.

Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields

Now hast thou but one bare hour to live / And then thou must be damned perpetually! / Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of heaven,/ That time may cease and midnight never come.