And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.

And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.

除了死亡，我们什么也不能称之为自己的，只有贫瘠的土地的小模型，它像浆糊一样覆盖着我们的骨头。

-- William Shakespeare 威廉·莎士比亚