Life Must Go On, Though Good Men

I Shall Die, But That Is All That I Shall Do For Death; I Am Not On His Pay-roll.

April Comes Like An Idiot, Babbling And Strewing Flowers.

Listen, Children: Your Father Is Dead. From His Old Coats I'll Make You Little Jackets; I'll Make You Little Trousers From His Old Pants. There'll Be In His Pockets Things He Used To Put There, Keys And Pennies Covered With Tobacco; Dan Shall Have The Pennies To Save In His Bank; Anne Shall Have The Keys To Make A Pretty Noise With. Life Must Go On, Though Good Men Die; Anne, Eat Your Breakfast; Dan, Take Your Medicine; Life Must Go On; I Forget Just Why.

My Candle Burns At Both Ends; It Will Not Last The Night; But Ah, My Foes, And Oh, My Friends - It Gives A Lovely Light!

I Drank At Every Vine, The Last Was Like The First. I Came Upon No Wine So Wonderful As Thirst.