The wide world is all before us - but a world without a friend.
The landlord's laugh was ready chorus.
But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.
Pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed.
Life is but a day at most.
Dweller in yon dungeon dark, Hangman of creation, mark! Who in widow weeds appears, Laden with unhonoured years, Noosing with care a bursting purse, Baited with many a deadly curse?