For ending the sorrows and dread:
Then we’ll all feel alright
And no one will fight
Because everyone’s going to be dead.
What a piece of work is a man!….And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?
—Hamlet (Act II, Scene 2)
Determined, he does what he must,
But some acts are not much discussed:
He makes earth combust,
He cannot adjust,
And then he turns back into dust.