There's not a sea the passenger e'er pukes in, Turns up more dangerous breakers than the Euxine.
A quiet conscience makes one so serene.
But I had not quite fixed whether to make him [Don Juan] end in Hell-or in an unhappy marriage,-not knowing which would be the severest.
Have not all past human beings parted, And must not all the present, one day part?
I die but first I have possessed, And come what may, I have been blessed.
Our life is two fold Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality.