Lord Lytton

No true love there can be without
Its dread penalty--jealousy.

No true love there can be without
Its dread penalty--jealousy.

Meanwhile, there is dancing in yonder green bower,
A swarm of young midges, they dance high and low;
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Meanwhile, there is dancing in yonder green bower,
A swarm of young midges, they dance high and low;
'Tis a sweet little species that lives but one hour,
And the eldest was born half an hour ago.

'Tis more brave
To live, than to die.

'Tis more brave
To live, than to die.

The man who seeks one thing in life, and but one,
May hope to achieve it before life be read more

The man who seeks one thing in life, and but one,
May hope to achieve it before life be done;
But he who seeks all things, wherever he goes,
Only reaps from the hopes which around him he sows
A harvest of barren regrets.

Here's a health to the glow-worm, Death's sober lamplighter.

Here's a health to the glow-worm, Death's sober lamplighter.