My fiftieth year had come and gone, I sat, a solitary man, In a crowded London shop, An open book and empty cup On the marble table-top. While on the shop and street I gazed My body of a sudden blazed; And twenty minutes more or less It seemed, so great my happiness, That I was blessed and could bless.

Test every work of intellect or faith, And everything that your own hands have wrought And call those works extravagance of breath That are not suited for such…

Things said or done long years ago, Or things I did not do or say But thought that I might say or do, Weigh me down, and not a day But something is recalled, M…

All women dote upon an idle man Although their children need a rich estate. No man has ever lived that had enough Of children's gratitude or woman's love.

I am the only being whose doom No tongue would ask no eye would mourn I never caused a thought of gloom A smile of joy since I was born In secret pleasure - se…

'Old man, look at my life, 24 and there's so much more, live alone in a paradise that makes me think of 2.' Old Man

There is room in the halls of pleasure For a long and lordly train, But one by one we must all file on Through the narrow aisles of pain.