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  • 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,
    the coward does it with a kiss,
    the brave man with a sword!

    some kill their love when they are young,
    and some when they are old;
    some strangle 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