Mogao bih biti zatvoren u orahovoj ljusci i
Držati, da sam kralj beskrajnog prostora; kad samo ne
Bih imao ružnih snova

“thus with a kiss I die”

“But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,All losses are restored and sorro…”

“And when I love thee not, chaos is come again.”

“My love is as a fever, longing stillFor that which longer nurseth the disease;F…”