"I hear the rapping of the death-watch. Thy head swims; thy lips are cold as ice; thy visage is all changed. Alas, poor body! I must leave thee!"
BODY.
"If my visage is changed and horrible, it is too true that you must leave me.
"You are, then, unmindful of the past; despising your poor friend, who is, alas! so disfigured. Likeness is the mother of love: since you have no longer any left to me, lay me aside."
SOUL.
"No, dearest friend, I despise you not. Of all the Commandments, you have not broken one.
"But it is the will of God (let us bless his goodness) to put an end to my authority and your subjection. Behold us parted asunder by pitiless death. Behold me all alone between heaven and earth, like the little blue dove who flew from the ark to see if the storm was over."
BODY.
"The little blue dove came back to the ark, but you will never return to me."
SOUL.