Nothing begins, and nothing ends, That is not paid with moan; For we a >>
All things by immortal power. Near of far, to each other linked are, t >>
For we are born in other's pain, and perish in our own. >>
Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that take >>
Pain was their body's way of telling them that they'd pushed themselve >>
That which is escaped now is pain to come. >>
Nothing begins, and nothing ends, That is not paid with moan; For we are born in others pain And perish in our own.