You know, I've had a bitter, hard life since I last heard your voice and if I've survived it's all because of you.
Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
Yes, as my swift days near their goal, 'tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, with courage to endure.
They forgot everything the minute they were together again.
I have fled my country and gone to the heather.
He... was attached by ties stronger than reason could break -- chains, forged by habit, which it would be cruel to attempt to loosen.