Hang there like fruit, my soul,Till the tree die.

Till I have no wife I have nothing.

It's when a fruit is growing on a tree and a twig or leaf brushes against the fruit as it's maturing and leaves this mark. It's a characteristic of a lot of oranges you never see.

We are born to die.

There was never virgin got till virginity was first lost

Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while,Till we can clear these ambiguities.