Care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt,
And every grin, so merry, draws one out. [ Dr. John Wolcott ]

Not all that heralds rake from coffin'd clay,
Nor florid prose, nor honeyed lines of rhyme,
Can blazon evil deeds or consecrate a crime. [ Byron ]

All between the cradle and the coffin is uncertain. [ Proverb ]

A great name without merit is like an epitaph on a coffin. [ Mme. de Puisieux ]

Death is a silent, peaceful genius, who rocks our second childhood to sleep in the cradle of the coffin. [ Chatfield ]