It's like a book, I think, this bloomin' world, Which you can read and care for just so long, But presently you feel that you will die Unless you get the page you're readin' done, An' turn another - likely not so good; But what you're after is to turn 'em all.

For 'im that doth not work must surely die; But that's no reason man should labour all 'Is life on one same shift - life's none so long.

We have fed our sea for a thousand years And she calls us, still unfed, Though there's never a wave of all her waves But marks our English dead.

There are nine and sixty ways of constructing tribal lays, And every single one of them is right!

'Time lost is time when we have not lived a full human life, time unenriched by experience, creative endeavor, enjoyment, and suffering.'

I'm not scared of dying And I, don't really care If it' s peace you find in dying Well then, let the time be near.

I have no fear nor shrinking; I have seen death so often that it is not strange or fearful to me.