Haha! That line from As You Like It is fantastic. I was about to ask who it was by and then Googled it instead: Shakespeare. Some knack for words that guy : )

I also think about mortality a lot, but don't really carry it with distaste. I enjoy the weight. Most of the poets I'm really into also carry that weight. Current poet of interest: Bill Holm. He also wrote the first poem I ever memorized; something I did simply because the poem was so good, I just wanted to carry it around as long as I could. It also spoke of music, which I love to play, but am especially into when described through words. Using words to describe sounds, a tough space for language to fill...

Here's the poem:

Bach in Brimnes

Stebbi brings his cello into Brimnes. He is a big thick fellow with ham fists, Who looks like a seaman or a deck hand More used to tubs of fish than cello bows. No scores here, so he plays what he knows: Bach! Let's have some Bach! Play a saraband! The cello seems too big for this small room But when he starts the Saraband in G, The whole house grows too tiny for the tune, As if the walls demanded to expand Another fifty meters toward the sea To make a proper space for all this sound, If any human space at all could house The planets whirling around inside this suite.