Suddenly, I viddied what I had to do, and what I had wanted to do, and that was to do myself in; to snuff it, to blast off for ever out of this wicked, cruel world. One moment of pain perhaps and, then, sleep for ever, and ever and ever.
My beloved is white and ruddy. His skin is as the most fine gold... his cheeks are as a bed of spices." Even though he hasn‘t washed since last December. His eyes are as the eyes of doves... his body is as bright ivory... his legs are as pillar of marble. In pants so dirt