Perhaps out there, somewhere, someone is sighing for your absence; and with this thought, my soul begins to breathe.
PetrarchWhat name to call thee by, O virgin fair, I know not, for thy looks are not of earth And more than mortal seems thy countenances
PetrarchLife in itself is short enough, but the physicians with their art, know to their amusement, how to make it still shorter.
Petrarch