QUOTE : Sweet brother, if I do not sleep<br />My eyes are flowers for your tomb;<br />And if I cannot eat my bread,<br />My fasts shall live like willows where you died.<br />If in the beat I find no water for my thirst,<br />My thirst shall turn to springs for you, poor traveller Where, in what desolate and smokey country,<br />Lies your poor body, lost and dead?<br />And in what landscape of disaster<br />Has your unhappy spirit lost its road? Come, in my labor find a resting place<br />And in my sorrows lay your head,<br />Or rather take my life and blood<br />And buy yourself a better bed—<br />Or take my breath and take my death<br />And buy yourself a better rest.