The Grave-Digger

Once, as I was burying one of my dead selves, the grave-digger came

by and said to me, "Of all those who come here to bury, you alone

I like."

Said I, "You please me exceedingly, but why do you like me?"

"Because," said he, "They come weeping and go weeping--you only

come laughing and go laughing."