The Ballad of Reading Gaol

...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're young
And some when they're old;
Some strange with 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..