No blessed leisure for love or hope, But only time for grief.
And there is even a happiness That makes the heart afraid.
Extremes meet', as the whiting said with its tail in its mouth.
I saw old autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence.
There are three things which the public will always clamour for, sooner or later; namely: novelty, novelty, novelty.
The year's in wane; There is nothing adorning; The night has no eve, And the day has no morning; Cold winter gives warning!