A. E. Housman — Think no more lad laugh be jolly

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