That, if then I had waked after a long sleep, will make me sleep again >>
Brevity is the soul of wit, and tediousness the limbs and outward flou >>
For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, action nor utterance, no >>
We should weep for men at their birth, not at their death. >>
If only I could understand the reason for my crying. If only I could s >>
No motion has she now, no force; she neither hears nor sees; rolled ar >>
But I will be a bridegroom in my death, and run into a lover's bed.