Sethu

“Poor naked wretches, whereso'er you are,
That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,
How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides,
Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you
From seasons such as these? O, I have ta'en
Too little care of this! Take physic, pomp;
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel,
That thou mayst shake the superflux to them,
And show the heavens more just.”
― William Shakespeare, King Lear

“And then he greeted Death as an old friend, and went with him gladly, and, equals, they departed this life.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows