Here lies one whose name was writ in water.

Love in a hut, with water and a crust, / Is - Love forgive us! - cinders, ashes, dust.

I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.

Love lies beyond / The tomb, the earth, which fades like dew! / I love the fond, / The faithful, and the true.

Well we know the whole situation's full of lies, Dad. That's just the way it is.

Why is this person telling me lies?