Candle in the wind?

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!

Macbeth, (Act 5, Scene 5), spoken by Macbeth upon learning of his wife's death.  I like this part because I think it captures the devastation at learning of the sudden death of a loved one.  Shakespeare is said to have published Macbeth in 1605, about 10 years after his own son Hamnet's death at age 11 in 1595.

I repeated this part of Macbeth's speech to myself often after Nicholas's death.

Macbeth's speech continues,

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,

And then is heard no more. It is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.

This part doesn't speak to me.