[Madhattermya]

!I feel sometimes that my blood in torrents escapes me, in tears, as a source. I hear her cry perfectly painful but in vain I touch to find the wound.

Run like watering a field, and the pavement becomes curious islets, quenching the thirst that is in every creature and bathes the pale red Natura.

They also often have I asked wine for a day to appease my terror. But wine becomes clearer looking and hearing finest!

Nor forgetting the love I found: has been for me a bed of pins, made to quench the thirst of men