Our passions are most like to floods and streams; The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb.

Even such is time, that takes on trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we ha…

Cowards fear to die; but courage stout, Rather than live in snuff, will be put out.

O eloquent, just, and mighty Death! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded; what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world hath flattered, t…

In one room, silently, lover looks upon lover, And thinks the air is fire.

But seriously, and I'm not making a joke: was the ending happy or sad?

Sweet are the words of Love, sweeter his thoughts: Sweetest of all what Love nor says nor thinks.