E se questo cuore non vorrà più sentire, io me lo strapperò dal petto con le mie mani, e lo caccerò come un servo infedele. 
- Ugo Foscolo

Come, you spirits 
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, 
And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full 
Of direst cruelty! Make thick my blood; 
Stop up the access and passage to remorse 
That no compunctious visitings of nature 
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between 
The effect and it! 
- Shakespeare 

And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side 
Of my darling-my darling-my life and my bride, 
In her sepulchre there by the sea- 
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
- Edgar Allan Poe