Kings live in Palaces, and Pigs in sties,And youth in Expectation. Youth is wise.
So touch my dying lip: so bridge that deep: So pledge my waking from the gift of sleep, And, sacramental, raise me the Divine: Strong brother in God and last companion, Wine.
When the ephemeral vision's lure is past All, all, must face their Passion at the last.
Always keep ahold of Nurse For fear of finding something worse
When I am dead, I hope it may be said: 'His sins were scarlet, But his books were read'.
Kings live in Palaces, and Pigs in sties, And youth in Expectation. Youth is wise.
That I grow sour, who only lack delight; That I descend to sneer, who only grieve; That from my depth I should condemn your height, That with my blame my mockery you receive Huntress and splendor of the woodland night Diana of this world, do not believe.
How did the party go in Portman Square? I cannot tell you; Juliet was not there. And how did Lady Gaster's party go? Juliet was next me and I do not know.
Of three in One and One in three My narrow mind would doubting be Till Beauty, Grace and Kindness met And all at once were Juliet.
You shall receive me when the clouds are high With evening and the sheep attain the fold. This is the faith that I have held and hold, And this is that in which I mean to die.
A lovely river, all alone, She lingers in the hills and holds A hundred little towns of stone, Forgotten in the western wolds.
It was my shame, and now it is my boast, That I have loved you rather more than most.
I shoot the Hippopotamus With bullets made of platinum, Because if I use leaden ones His hide is sure to flatten 'em.
The world is full of double beds And most delightful maidenheads, Which being so, theres no excuse For sodomy or self-abuse.
Now the faith is old and the Devil bold Exceedingly bold indeed. And the masses of doubt that are floating about Would smother a mortal creed. But we that sit in a sturdy youth And still can drink strong ale Let us put it away to infallible truth That always shall prevail. And thank the Lord For the temporal sword And howling heretics too. And all good things Our Christendom brings But especially barley brew!