Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou liv'st, Live well, how long or short permit to heav'n

So dear I love him that with him all deaths I could endure, without him live no life.

I stick to simple themes. Love. Hate. No nuances. I stay away from psychoanalyst's couch scenes. Couches are good for one thing.

Be strong, live happy, and love, but first of all Him whom to love is to obey

Long is the way And hard, that out of Hell leads up to light

Should God create another Eve, and I
Another Rib afford, yet loss of thee
Would never from my heart; no no, I feel
The Link of Nature draw me: Flesh of Flesh,
Bone of my Bone thou art, and from thy State
Mine never shall be parted, bliss or woe.