The busy have no time for tears.
To have joy, one must share it.
For the night Shows stars and women in a better light.
Opinions are made to be changed or how is truth to be got at?
Which cheers the sad, revives the old, inspires The young, makes Weariness forget his toil, And Fear her danger; opens a new world When this, the present, palls.
On the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar.