Come live with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dales and fields, Or woods or steepy mountain yields.
Listen! If stars are lit It means there is someone who needs it, It means someone wants them to be, That someone deems those specks of spit Magnificent!
And nothing to look backward to with pride, And nothing to look forward to with hope.
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, or what's a heaven for?
Lay your sleeping head, my love, Human on my faithless arm.
The storm starts when the drops start dropping. The storm stops when the drops stop dropping.
Make your choice, adventurous Stranger; Strike the bell and bide the danger, Or wonder, till it drives you mad, What would have followed if you had.
If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too... And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!"
I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.