Think no more, lad; laugh, be jolly: <br />Why should men make haste to die? <br />Empty heads and tongues a-talking <br />Make the rough road easy walking, <br />And the feather pate of folly <br />Bears the falling sky. <br /> <br />Oh, 'tis jesting, dancing, drinking <br />Spins the heavy world around. <br />If young hearts were not so clever, <br />Oh, they would be young for ever: <br />Think no more; 'tis only thinking <br />Lays lads underground.<br /><br />Alfred Edward Housman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/think-no-more-lad/
