Quotes From "A Few Figs From Thistles" By

My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends– It gives a lovely light! Unknown

Still must the poet as of old, In barren attic bleak and cold, Starve, freeze, and fashion verses to Such things as flowers and song and you; Still as of old his being give In Beauty's name, while she may live, Beauty that may not die as long As there are flowers and you and song. Unknown