When a man lies, he murders some part of the world. These are the pale deaths which men miscall their lives. (Poet Paul Gerhardt) All this I cannot bear to witness any longer. Cannot the Kingdom of Salvation take me home? (Burton).
He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again; From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown grey in vain.Percy Bysshe Shelley