By each let this be heard,
Some do it with abitterlook,
Some with aflatteringword,
Thecowarddoes it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
Some kill their love when they are young,
And some when they are old;
Somestranglewith the hands oflust,
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 thedeedwith manytears,
And some without asigh:
For each man kills the thing he loves,
Yet each man does not die.
Oscar Wilde