Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay To mould me man? Did I solicit thee From darkness to promote me?
John MiltonSo dear I love him, that with him, all deaths I could endure, without him, live no life.
John MiltonSpirits that live throughout, Vital in every part, not as frail man, In entrails, heart or head, liver or reins, Cannot but by annihilating die.
John Milton