Chapter 1633 of 1964 · 60 words · ~1 min read

IV.

A sleep without dreams, after a rough day Of toil, is what we covet most; and yet How clay shrinks back from more quiescent clay! The very Suicide that pays his debt At once without instalments (an old way Of paying debts, which creditors regret), Lets out impatiently his rushing breath, Less from disgust of Life than dread of Death.