Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white-then melts for ever . . .
Nature's law, That man was made to mourn. Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn! O Death, the poor man's dearest friend, The kindest and the best!
The landlord's laugh was ready chorus.
Learn taciturnity and let that be your motto!
Now's the day and now's the hour.
God knows, I'm no the thing I should be, Nor am I even the thing I could be.