Daily dawns another day; I must up, to make my way. Though I dress and drink and eat, Move my fingers and my feet, Learn a little, here and there, Weep and laugh and sweat and swear, Hear a song, or watch a stage, Leave some words upon a page, Claim a foe, or hail a friend- Bed awaits me at the end.

Should they whisper false of you, Never trouble to deny; Should the words they say be true, Weep and storm and say they lie.

Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it and it darts away.

Now, look, baby, 'Union' is spelled with 5 letters. It is not a four-letter word.

He lies below, correct in cypress wood, And entertains the most exclusive worms.

Her mind lives tidily, apart from cold and noise and pain. And bolts the door against her heart, out wailing in the rain.

They say of me, and so they should, It's doubtful if I come to good. I see acquaintances and friends Accumulating dividends And making enviable names In science, art and parlor games. But I, despite expert advice, Keep doing things I think are nice, And though to good I never come Inseparable my nose and thumb.