Wisdom knows when to return death's embrace.
You are so tactful that I have no idea what you want.
Astrology: do we make a hullabaloo among the stars, or do they make a hullabaloo down here?
Cruel impulses stir all about my kindly heart.
When my beloved arrives, I yawn. When my beloved departs, I weep.
We are more tied to our faults than to our virtues.