"Moralists will say all those lovely lips which you so delight to kiss today will in a few years of rot and disclose the grinning teeth of the skull. So what? The skull says lying in the grass, chattering Finch in water fly are not merrier than I, here among the flowers I lie, laughing everlastingly. No, I may not tell the best, surely friends I could have guessed, death was but the good kings jest, it was hid so carefully."