Του κάθε ανθρώπου ο θάνατος, εμένα λιγοστεύει.

“BUSY old fool, unruly Sun, Why dost thou thus,Through windows, and through curt…”

“Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime,Nor hours, days, months, which are t…”

“No man is an island, entire of itself.”

“If that be simply perfectestWhich can by no way be expressed But negatives, my …”