I have certainly known more men destroyed by the desire to have a wife and child and to keep them in comfort than I have seen destroyed by drink and harlots

I bear a burden that might well tryMen that do all by rule,And what can IThat am a wandering-witted foolBut pray to God that He easeMy great responsibilities?

I heard the old, old, men say "all that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters

That is no country for old men. The youngIn one another's arms, birds in the trees --Those dying generations -- at their song.

Come away, O human child: To the waters and the wild with a fairy, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

I heard the old, old, men say 'all that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters.'