If Any Question Why We Died Tell

The World Is Very Lovely, And It's Very Horrible--and It Doesn't Care About Your Life Or Mine Or Anything Else.

What Is A Woman That You Forsake Her, And The Hearth-fire And The Home-acre, To Go With The Old Grey Widow-maker?

I've Taken My Fun Where I've Found It, An' Now I Must Pay For My Fun, For The More You 'ave Known O' The Others The Less Will You Settle To One.

The Heart Of A Man To The Heart Of A Maid- Light Of My Tents, Be Fleet- Morning Awaits At The End Of The World, And The World Is All At Our Feet.

If You Hit A Pony Over The Nose At The Outset Of Your Acquaintance, He May Not Love You But He Will Take A Deep Interest In Your Movements Ever Afterwards