Yet each man kills the thing he loves

by each let this be heard,

some do it with a bitter look,

some with a flattering word,

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 of lust,

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 the deed with many tears,

and some without a sigh:

for each man kills the thing he loves,

 

Yet each man does not die.

-Oscar Wilde