You Live Your Life As If It's

The Poor Stay Poor, The Rich Get Rich / Thats How It Goes / Everybody Knows.

Maybe The Culture Is [particularly] Shabby Now. Maybe It's Because I'm Over Sixty, That I Can Feel That About Everything.

Who Could Have Foretold The Heart Grows Old From Touching Others

Ordinary Eternal Machinery, Like The Grinding Of The Stars

The Duty Of Lovers Is To Tarnish The Golden Rule