The heart asks pleasure first <br />And then, excuse from pain- <br />And then, those little anodynes <br />That deaden suffering; <br /> <br />And then, to go to sleep; <br />And then, if it should be <br />The will of its Inquisitor, <br />The liberty to die.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-heart-asks-pleasure-first/
