One May Do Whatever One Likes. In

How He Lies In His Rights Of A Man! Death Has Done All Death Can. And Absorbed In The New Life He Leads, He Recks Not, He Heeds Nor His Wrong Nor My Vengeance; Both Strike On His Senses Alike, And Are Lost In The Solemn And Strange Surprise Of The Change.

When The Liquor's Out, Why Clink The Cannikin?

What's Come To Perfection Perishes. Things Learned On Earth We Shall Practice In Heaven; Works Done Least Rapidly Art Most Cherishes.

And Gain Is Gain, However Small.

Just For A Handful Of Silver He Left Us, Just For A Riband To Stick In His Coat.