Samuel Hoffenstein

"Four of us together dwell— Two from Heaven and two from Hell; Four of us under the selfsame sky— Love and Death and a Dream and I."

"Oh, how various is the scene Allowed to Man for his demesne!"

"When trouble drives me into rhyme, Which is two-thirds of all the time, What peace a thought like this can give— Great is the age in which we live!"

"When you’re away, I’m restless, lonely, Wretched, bored, dejected; only Here’s the rub, my darling dear, I feel the same when you are here."

"When the wind is in the tree, It makes a noise just like the sea, As if there were not noise enough To bother one, without that stuff."

"Some folks I know are always worried, That when they die, they will be buried; And some I know are quite elated Because they’re going to be cremated."

"You buy some flowers for your table; You tend them tenderly as you’re able; You fetch them water from hither and thither— What thanks do you get for it all? They wither."

"I’d rather listen to a flute In Gotham, than a band in Butte."

"The apple grows so bright and high, And ends its days in apple pie."

"Loyal be to loyal friends; Make them pay you dividends; Work, like the industrious bee, Your friends and foes impartially."

"Of all the birds that sing and fly Between the housetops and the sky, The muddy sparrow, mean and small, I like, by far, the best of all."

"The dead they sleep a long, long sleep; The dead they rest, and their rest is deep; The dead have peace, but the living weep."