I like a look of Agony
  
I like a look of Agony,  
Because I know it's true-  
Men do not sham convulsion,  
Nor simulate, a Throe-  
  
The Eyes glaze once- and that is Death-  
Impossible to feign  
The Beads upon the Forehead  
By homely Anguish strung.  
  
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)