"You'll be given love; you'll be taken care of."

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Sonnet XXX
Edna St. Vincet Millay

Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor lumber nor a roof against the rain;
Not yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
Love can not full the thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood, not set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,
Or nagged by want past resolution's power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It might well be. I do not think I would.