Fear no more the heat of the sun,
Nor the furious winter's rages,
Though thy worldy task hast done,
Home art gone and ta'en thy wages.
-- Cymbeline, Act 4, Scene 2
I have a deep and meaningful farewell coming up in the next year or so. Not only is it a dripping melodramatic eulogy, it's very very appropriate in so many ways.
This is just so perfect that it's making my skin tingle.