Instead of weeping when a tragedy occurs in a songbird's life, it sings away its grief. I believe we could well follow the pattern of our feathered friends.
For what I will, I will, and there an end.
I despised my arrival on this earth and I despise my departure; it is a tragedy.
Love's fire heats water, water cools not love.
The poorest service is repaid with thanks.
And all this day an unaccustomed spirit lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.