Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.

I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.

The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.

Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies, But keep your fancy free.

Strapped, noosed, nighing his hour, He stood and counted them and cursed his luck; And then the clock collected in the tower Its strength, and struck.

I sought them far and found them, The sure, the straight, the brave, The hearts I lost my own to, The souls I could not save They braced their belts about them, They crossed in ships the sea, They sought and found six feet of ground, And there they died for me.

Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.