War is death’s feast

Under the tongue men are crushed to death

There is a medicine for all things except death and taxes

The wages of sin is death

The first breath is the beginning of death

Sleep is the brother of death

Nothing so certain as death

Nothing is certain but death and taxes

No prayers unbar the gates of death

No man can be called happy before his death

Such a life, such a death

Live mindful of death

There is remedy for all things but death

One man’s breath is another man’s death

Death alone can kill hope

Death and sleep are brothers

Death combs us all with the same comb

Death defies the doctor

Death devours lambs as well as sheep

Death is a remedy for all ills

Death is common to all

Death is deaf to our wailings

Death is sure to all

Death is the black camel that kneels before every door

Death is the gate of life

Death is the great leveller

Death is the only master who takes his servants without a character

Death is the utmost boundary of wealth and power

Death keeps no calendar

Death makes equal the high and low

Death meets us everywhere

Death surprises us in the midst of our hopes

Every door may be shut but death’s door

A good life makes a good death

A good death is far better and more elegible, than an ill life

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