Live How We Can, Yet Die We

I Love Thee, And It Is My Love That Speaks

O World, How Apt The Poor Are To Be Proud!

And A Man's Life's No More Than To Say "one."

Tis Time To Fear When Tyrants Seem To Kiss.

All Fancy-sick She Is And Pale Of Cheer, With Sighs Of Love, That Costs The Fresh Blood Dear.