I have loved badly, loved the great Too soon, withdrawn my words too late; And eaten in an echoing hall Alone and from a chipped plate The words that I withdrew too late.
I am not afraid of lawyers as I used to be. They are lambs in wolves' clothing.
My candle burns at both ends
Evil alone has oil for every wheel.
Catch from the board of beauty/ Such careless crumbs as fall.
Youth, have no pity; leave no farthing here For age to invest in compromise and fear.