But great loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever died dropped dead.

Great loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever died dropped dead.

I shall be found with 'Indians' engraved on my brain when I am dead. A fire has been kindled within me, which will never go out.

On the king's gate the moss grew gray; The king came not. They call'd him dead; And made his eldest son, one day, Slave in his father's stead.

I do eat well. I try to love my body. That is what I tell my daughter. I say, 'Love every bite of food. Love your body. We're all going to be dead soon.' Actually I don't say that last thing to her.

I'd rather be dead than red