When in my mind
I muse, o Love, upon the cruelty,
To death I flee,
In hope therein the end of all to find.
But drawing near
That welcome haven in my sea of woe,
Such joy I know,
That life revives, and still I linger here.
Thus life doth slay,
And death again to life restoreth me;
That deals with life and death as with a play!
Don Quixote; LXVIII – 769