And I shall find some girl perhaps, and a better one than you, With eyes as wise, but kindlier, and lips as soft, but true, and I dare say she will do.
Oh! death will find me long before I tire of watching you.
There's little comfort in the wise
I have need to busy my heart with quietude.
Youth is stranger than fiction.
Store up reservoirs of calm and content and draw on them at later moments when the source isn't there, but the need is very great.