Samuel Hoffenstein

"The heart’s dead Are never buried."

"Babies haven’t any hair; Old men’s heads are just as bare;— Between the cradle and the grave Lies a haircut and a shave."

"The head that wears a crown may be Inclined to some anxiety, But, on the other hand, I know A derby domes its meed of woe."

"I burned my candle at both ends, And now have neither foes nor friends."

"Breathes there a man with hide so tough Who says two sexes aren’t enough?"

"If you love me, as I love you, We'll both be friendly and untrue."

"Your little voice, So soft and kind; Your little soul, Your little mind!"

"The countless cousins of the Czar, Grand Duke or Duchess, every one, As multitudinous as are The spheres (who borrow from the sun)."

"Blessings love disguise."

"My soul is dark with stormy riot, Directly traceable to diet."

"Which six of the seven cities that claimed Homer were liars?"

"Little by little we subtract Faith and Fallacy from Fact, The Illusory from the True, And starve upon the Residue."

"To You, oh, Goddess of Efficiency, Your happy vassals bend the reverent knee, Save when arthritis, your benighted foe, Sulks in the bones and sourly mumbles "No!""

"To all the starry host of Heaven they cried, But had no radio and of course they died."

"Smelling like a municipal budget."

"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."

"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!"

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

"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."

"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."

"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."

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

"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."

"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."

"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."

"I play with the bulls and the bears; I’m the Bartlett of market quotations."

"The stars, like measles, fade at last."

"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."