All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.
A. E. HOUSMANThe laws of God, the laws of man, He may keep that will and can; Not I: let God and man decree Laws for themselves and not for me.
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Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, and we were young.
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He would not stay for me, and who can wonder? He would not stay for me to stand and gaze. I shook his hand, and tore my heart in sunder, And went with half my life about my ways.
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His folly has not fellow Beneath the blue of day That gives to man or woman His heart and soul away.
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Nature, not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write.
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Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure.
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I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.
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Stars, I have seen them fall, But when they drop and die No star is lost at all From all the star-sown sky. The toil of all that be Helps not the primal fault; It rains into the sea And still the sea is salt.
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Lovers lying two and two Ask not whom they sleep beside, And the bridegroom all night through Never turns him to the bride.
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They put arsenic in his meat And stared aghast to watch him eat; They poured strychnine in his cup And shook to see him drink it up.
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Who made the world I cannot tell; ‘Tis made, and here am I in hell. My hand, though now my knuckles bleed, I never soiled with such a deed.
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We now to peace and darkness And earth and thee restore Thy creature that thou madest And wilt cast forth no more.
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In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.
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Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
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The troubles of our proud and angry dust are from eternity, and shall not fail. Bear them we can, and if we can we must. Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
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