God's finger touched him, and he slept

To die: to sleep: No more; and, by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. - William Shakespeare
Nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it. - William Shakespeare
Death lies on her, like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. - William Shakespeare
First our pleasures die and then Our hopes, and then our fears and when These are dead, the debt is due, Dust claims dust and we die too. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
God's finger touched him, and he slept. - Lord Alfred Tennyson