Yet each man kills the things he loves
but to 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 loved when they are young.
some when they are old

some strangle with the hands of lust
some with 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 a deed with money tears
some without a sigh

for each man kills the thing he loves