When I died last, and, Dear, I die / As often as from thee I go, / Though it be but an hour ago, / And lovers' hours be full eternity.

Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow. Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.

And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee

Twice or thrice had I loved thee, Before I knew thy face or name; So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, Angels affect us oft, and worshipped be

The flea, though he kill none, he does all the harm he can

Seven of my mates died. More than 30 were injured, ... When you see your mates die and then you see a gutless piece of shit like Brain posing as a hero it makes your blood boil.