A skylark wounded in the wing, / A cherubim does cease to sing.

Don't the wounded bird still sing?

They said this mystery never shall cease: the priest promotes war, and the soldier peace

He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity's sunrise

Come live, and be merry, and join with me,To sing the sweet chorus of 'Ha ha he!'

It is an easy thing to rejoice in the tents of prosperity:Thus could I sing and thus rejoice: but it is not so with me.