And I Will Make Thee Beds Of

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

Courage! I Have Shown It For Years; Think You I Shall Lose It At The Moment When My Sufferings Are To End?

Courage? The Moment When My Troubles Are Going To End Is Not The Moment When My Courage Is Going To Fail Me.

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

Letting Everyone Down Would Be My Greatest Unhappiness.