Since every man who lives is born to die, And none can boast sincere felicity, With equal mind, what happens, let us bear, Nor joy nor grieve too much for things beyond our care. Like pilgrims to th'appointed place we tend; The world's an inn, and death the journey's end.

-Dryden,John
  Palamon and  Arcite, bk.3, l.883^8.

In honoured poverty thy voice did weave Songs concentrate to truth and liberty,ö Deserting these, thou leavest me to grieve, Thus having been, that thou shouldst cease to be.

-Shelley, Percy Bysshe
  'ToWordsworth'.

Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not.

-Wordsworth,William
c.1802^1803  'Ode. Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood', stanza10 (published1807).