Alas, alas

Now cracks a noble root. Good-night, sweet houseplant;
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
--William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Creeping Ficus of Denmark, Act V, scene ii

Thus die I, thus, thus, thus.
Now am I dead,
Now am I fled;
My soul is in the sky:
Leaves, lose thy light;
Stems take thy flight:
Now die, die, die, die, die.
--William Shakespeare, "The Most Lamentable Comedy and Most Cruel Death of Orchid and Schefflera," A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act V, scene i