Oscar Wilde 

“Each man kills the thing he loves. .

Some kill their loves 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.”

The Ballad of Reading Gaol by Oscar Wilde

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