of the religious movement called 'Pythagoreanism'. As quoted in Bibliotheca Sacra and Theological Review, Vol. IV, No. 8 (1847).
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It is not death that a man should fear, but he should fear never beginning to live.
– Marcus Aurelius (121 – 180 CE), Roman Emperor from 161-180 CE, and the last of the 'Five Good Emperors.' Marcus Aurelius is also considered one of the most important Stoic philosophers, and the above comes from his Meditations.
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Many have died; you also will die. The drum of death is being beaten. The world has fallen in love with a dream. Only sayings of the wise will remain.
– Kabir (c. 1440 - 1518), a mystic poet and saint of India, whose writings have greatly influenced the Bhakti movement. The name Kabir comes from Arabic al-Kabīr which means 'The Great'. The Bijak of Kabir (exact date unknown).
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Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
– William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616); Prospero speaking in anticipation of his daughter's wedding, in Act IV, scene 1 of The Tempest (believed to have been written in 1610 - 11).
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O weep for Adonis - He is dead.
Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep, He hath awaken'd from the dream of life; 'Tis we, who lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance, strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings. We decay Like corpses in a charnel; fear and grief Convulse us and consume us day by day, And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay.
He has outsoar'd the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again; From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown gray in vain; Nor, when the spirit's self has ceas'd to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented urn.
– Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 - 1822), 'Adonais: An Elegy on the Death of John Keats' (1821). Shelley was one of the major English Romantic poets, regarded by some critics as the finest lyric poet in the English language. Keats and Shelley were good friends, and in 1820, on hearing of his illness from a friend, Shelley invited Keats to join him at his residence in Pisa. Keats replied with hopes of seeing him, but instead made plans to travel to Rome - and the two never met again.
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