Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
....By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
....Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
....The brave man with a sword!
Some kill their love when they are young,
.....And some when they are old;
Some strangle with the hands of Lust,
....Some with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because
....The dead so soon grow cold.
Some love too little, some too long,
....Some sell, and others buy;
Some do the deed with many tears,
....And some without a sigh:
For each man kills the thing he loves,
....Yet each man does not die.
-Oscar Wilde






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