" How horrid was the chance of slipping into the ground instead of into your arms -- the difference is amazing Love. Death must come at last; Man must die, as Shallow says; but before that is my fate I fain would try what more pleasures than you have given, so sweet a creature as you can give. "

― John Keats , Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne