phlegmatic on my bier
no regretsmy body bears
truth stem to stern
beginning with the hips
who am of common stock
looking to the sea
face groundnothing now
conjured from dust
sufferinghung by the heels
sought occasion
as will was never conquered
to see the host broken
a swinging scythethe dance
this most pleasant to me
so make moan of the old days
say why should love live