Miss Otis, venha almoçar comigo a Reading

"Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!"

"For each man kills the thing he loves,
Yet each man does not die."

"He does not die a death of shame
On a day of dark disgrace,
Nor have a noose about his neck,
Nor a cloth upon his face,
Nor drop feet foremost through the floor
Into an empty space."

Oscar Wilde,
Ballad of Reading Gaol

Um dos mais belos hinos contra a pena de morte, escrito por Oscar Wilde na prisão de Reading.