Death where is thy sting? Love, where is thy glory?

Drown in a cold vat of whiskey? Death, where is thy sting?

Now boast thee, death, in thy possession liesA lass unparalleled.

Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself Till by broad spreading it disperse to naught

Like madness is the glory of this life As this pomp shows to a little oil and root.

Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself Till by broad spreading it disperse to naught.