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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=537112" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>John Kinsella's Lament For Mr. Mary Moore</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=537112" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A BLOODY and a sudden end,<br>Gunshot or a noose,<br>For Death who takes what man would keep,<br>Leaves what man would lose.<br>He might have had my sister,<br>My cousins by the score,<br>But nothing satisfied the fool<br>But my dear Mary Moore,<br>None other knows what pleasures man<br>At table or in bed.<br>What shall I do for pretty girls<br>Now my old bawd is dead?<br>Though stiff to strike a bargain,<br>Like an old Jew man,<br>Her bargain struck we laughed and talked<br>And emptied many a can;<br>And O! but she had stories,<br>Though not for the priest's ear,<br>To keep the soul of man alive,<br>Banish age and care,<br>And being old she put a skin<br>On everything she said.<br>What shall I do for pretty girls<br>Now my old bawd is dead?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=537112" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The priests have got a book that says<br>But for Adam's sin<br>Eden's Garden would be there<br>And I there within.<br>No expectation fails there,<br>No pleasing habit ends,<br>No man grows old, no girl grows cold<br>But friends walk by friends.<br>Who quarrels over halfpennies<br>That plucks the trees for bread?<br>What shall I do for pretty girls<br>Now my old bawd is dead?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=William+Butler+Yeats">William Butler Yeats</a></strong></div>