His life is a watch or a vision Between a sleep and a sleep.

From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.

Before the beginning of years There came to the making of man Time with a gift of tears, Grief with a glass that ran .

While three men hold together, the kingdoms are less by three.

Body and spirit are twins: God only knows which is which.

But now, you are twain, you are cloven apart Flesh of his flesh, but heart of my heart.

Time turns the old days to derision, Our loves into corpses or wives.