A little season of love and laughter, Of light and life, and pleasure and pain, And horror of outer darkness after, And dust returneth to dust again. Then the lesser life shall be as the greater, And the lover of life shall join the hater, And the one thing cometh sooner or later, And no one knoweth the loss or gain.

-Gordon, Adam Lindsay
'The Swimmer', stanza10, collected in Bush Ballads and Galloping Rhymes (1870).

   I'd sooner, except the penalties, kill a man than a hawk.

-Jeffers, (John) Robinson
  Cawdor,'Hurt Hawks'.