The Ballad of Reading Gaol

This poem was written by Oscar Wilde when he was put in prison in 1895 at the age of 41. As he watched a man who had killed his own wife get ready to be hung, he wrote the following verses:

Yet each man kills the thing he loves,

By 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!

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Some kill their love when they are young,

And some when they are old;

Some strangle with the hands of Lust,

Some with the hands of Gold:

The kindest use a knife, because

The dead so so soon grow cold.

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Some love too little, some too long,

Some sell, and others buy;

Some do the deed with many tears,

And some without a sigh:

For each man kills the thing he loves,

Yet each man does not die.