All knowledge is precious whether or not it serves the slightest human use.
Hope lies to mortals And most believe her, But man's deceiver Was never mine.
The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, and we were young.
When the journey's over/There'll be time enough to sleep.
The thoughts of others Were light and fleeting, Of lovers' meeting Or luck or fame. Mine were of trouble, And mine were steady; So I was ready When trouble came.