奥斯卡•王尔德《雷丁监狱之歌》节选

Yet each man kills the thing he loves By each let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look Some with a flattering word The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword! 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 The kindest use a knife, because The dead so soon grow cold. Some love too little, some too long, Some sell, and others buy; Some do the deed with many tears, And some without a sigh: For each man kills the thing he loves, yet each man does not die.