Getting ready to die is no man’s business!
O, that this too, too solid flesh...
Home – Evening
March 27, 1616
For several days my eyesight has failed and I have been unable to write. I have less pain but I can not eat. They talk to me and I lie here, restless, hearing, hearing... I want to hear something like a promise, an echo of things hoped for.
That knocking at the door!
Rain over the house.
To sleep, to sleep...
