I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoyed Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone.

The same words conceal and declare the thoughts of men.

But thy strong Hours indignant work’d their wills, And beat me down and marr’d and wasted me, And tho’ they could not end me, left me maim’d To dwell in presence of immortal youth, Immortal age beside immortal youth, And all I was, in ashes. - Tithonus

Tis held that sorrow makes us wise.

Happy days roll onward leading up to golden years.

Sweet is true love, though given in vain.

Be near me when my light is low... And all the wheels of being slow.