Pleasure is none, if not diversified. >>
Full nakedness! All my joys are due to thee, as souls unbodied, bodies >>
More than kisses letters mingle souls. >>
There is no such thing as death. In nature nothing dies. From each sad >>
The darkness of death is like the evening twilight; it makes all objec >>
In any man who dies there dies with him, his first snow and kiss and f >>
As virtuous men pass mildly away, and whisper to their souls to go, whilst some of their sad friends do say, the breath goes now, and some say no.