Poem: Taedium Vitae

To stab my youth with desperate knives, to wear

上海龙凤shlf最新地址This paltry age's gaudy livery,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址To let each base hand filch my treasury,

To mesh my soul within a woman's hair,

And be mere Fortune's lackeyed groom, - I swear

I love it not! these things are less to me

Than the thin foam that frets upon the sea,

Less than the thistledown of summer air

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Which hath no seed:  better to stand aloof

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Far from these slanderous fools who mock my life

Knowing me not, better the lowliest roof

Fit for the meanest hind to sojourn in,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Than to go back to that hoarse cave of strife

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Where my white soul first kissed the mouth of sin.