Men may come and men may go but I go on forever.

The year is dying in the night.

A life of nothing's nothing worth, From that first nothing ere his birth, To that last nothing under earth.

He makes no friend who never made a foe.

The woman is so hard Upon the woman.

The woods are hush'd, their music is no more; The leaf is dead, the yearning past away; New leaf, new life--the days of frost are o'er; New life, new love, to suit the newer day: New loves are sweet as those that went before: Free love--free field--we love but while we may.

Men may come and men may go but I go on forever.