No, Do Not Love Me, It Is

There Is Nothing New Except What Has Been Forgotten.

If The People Have No Bread, Let Them Eat Cake.

No, Do Not Love Me, It Is Better To Give Me Death!

And I Will Make Thee Beds Of Roses, And A Thousand Fragrant Posies.

I Had Friends. The Idea Of Being Forever Separated From Them And From All Their Troubles Is One Of The Greatest Sorrows That I Suffer In Dying. Let Them At Least Know That To My Latest Moment I Thought Of Them.