There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass. >>
We know what we are, but know not what we may be. >>
This is the monstrosity in love, lady, that the will is infinite and t >>
Death -- the last sleep? No, it is the final awakening. >>
For the dead there are no more toils. >>
Now, a corpse, poor thing, is an untouchable and the process of decay >>
Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.