When Time who steals our years away Shall steal our pleasures too, The mem'ry of the past will stay, And half our joys renew. - Thomas Moore

Alas! how light a cause may move
Dissension between hearts that love!
Hearts that the world in vain had tried,
And sorrow but more closely tied;
That stood the storm when waves were rough,
Yet in a sunny hour fall off,
Like ships that have gone down at sea
When heaven was all tranquillity.

Like the stain'd web that whitens in the sun,
Grow pure by being purely shone upon.

What though youth gave love and roses,
Age still leaves us friends and wine.