The path is smooth that leadeth on to danger. >>
Oh, what a bitter thing it is to look into happiness through another m >>
Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. >>
Never say goodbye, say farewell. >>
When I died last, and, Dear, I die as often as from thee I go though i >>
All farewells should be sudden, when forever. >>
Come, let's have one other gaudy night. Call to me. All my sad captains. Fill our bowls once more. Let's mock the midnight bell.