My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night ; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends-- It gives a lovely light!
Second Fig
Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand: Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!
Recuerdo
We were very tired, we were very merry-- We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry. It was bare and bright, and smelled like a stable-- But we looked into a fire, we leaned across a table, We lay on a hill-top underneath the moon; And the whistles kept blowing, and the dawn came soon.