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. Ballad of Reading Gaol (1898)
A prison wall was round us both,Two outcast men we were:The world had thrust us from its heart,And God from out His care:And the iron gin that waits for SinHad caught us in its snare. Ballad of Reading Gaol (1898)