Night's candles have burned out, and jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountaintops." Hope tinged with melancholy - like life.
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
I drink to the general joy o’ the whole table." Macbeth
If thou dost love, proclaim it faithfully.
Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age have left me naked to mine enemies.
Care is no cure, but rather corrosive, For things that are not to be remedied.