Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone. For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own. Sing, and the hills will answer; Sigh, it is lost on the air. The echoes bound to a joyful sound, But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice, and men will seek you; Grieve, and they turn and go. They want full measure of all your pleasure, But they do not need your woe. Be glad, and your friends are many; Be sad, and you lose them all. There are none to decline your nectared wine, But alone you must drink life's gall.
Feast, and your halls are crowded; Fast, and the world goes by. Succeed and give, and it helps you live, But no many can help you die. There is no room in the halls of pleasure For a long and lonely train, But one by one we must all file on Through the narrow isles of pain.
Wow, about me? What to say... I am a dabbling artist and writer, and have unknowingly sold my soul to the band and NHS. I like webcomics, and frequently commit myself to more projects than I have the time for! Any questions?
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