Thou knowst the oer-eager vehemence of youth,How quick in temper, and in judgement weak.
A man who has been through bitter experiences and travelled far enjoys even his sufferings after a time
I'm a rageaholic. I just can't live without rageahol.
How delicate her feet who shuns the ground, Stepping a-tiptoe on the heads of men.
Even his griefs are a joy long after to one that remembers all that he wrought and endured.
There is satiety in all things, in sleep, and love-making, in the loveliness of singing and the innocent dance.