The living world hath lost a great soul in honest master Ray Charles, whose playing did cheer the hearts of many. Now what prodigious music shall he make among the spheres? That, gentles, is for my hearing and your awaiting.
Yet when he is minded to play, sure the aery region will so ring with it that the green world shall not escape some echo of it. When thou art of a humour to smile for no reason, or when on a lowering and doleful day thy disposition on a sudden turns from sour to merry, be certain that at that hour brother Ray maketh music to delight the heavens.
For this time, if that thou hast a tailfeather, let it be shaken. Yea, and mightily.
"The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones:
So let it be with Caesar."
Julius Caesar, III, ii