• Sweet is true love though given in vain, in vain;
    And sweet is death who puts an end to pain:
    I know not which is sweeter, no, not I.
    Love, art thou sweet? then bitter death must be:
    Love, thou art bitter; sweet is death to me.
    O Love, if death be sweeter, let me die.
    I fain would follow love, if that could be;
    I needs must follow death, who calls for me;
    Call and I follow, I follow! let me die.

    Alfred Lord Tennyson (2013). “Idylls of the King”, p.159, Simon and Schuster