Death forerunneth Love to win "Sweetest eyes were ever seen."

And lips say “God be pitiful,” Who ne'er said “God be praised.”

Oh, a day in the city-square, there is no such pleasure in life!

And is it not the chief good of money, the being free from the need of thinking of it?

I, who had had my heart full for hours, took advantage of an early moment of solitude, to cry in it very bitterly. Suddenly a little hairy head thrust itself from behind my pillow into my face, rubbing its ears and nose against me in a responsive agitation, and drying the tears as they came.

Beloved, let us live so well our work shall still be better for our love, and still our love be sweeter for our work.

Every age, Through being beheld too close, is ill-discerned By those who have not lived past it.