Youth! youth! how buoyant are thy hopes! they turn, like marigolds, toward the sunny side.
The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon.
You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven / That God has hidden your face?
we wish for more in life rather than more of it.
People newly emerged from obscurity generally launch out into indiscriminate display.
It is a comely fashion to be glad; Joy is the grace we say to God.