'Tis an awkward thing to play with souls.
Make us happy and you make us good.
For I say this is death and the sole death,- When a man's loss comes to him from his gain, Darkness from light, from knowledge ignorance, And lack of love from love made manifest.
Twere too absurd to slight For the hereafter the todays delight!
What a thing friendship is - World without end.
No work begun shall ever pause for death.