Ah, better to love in the lowliest cot Than pine in a palace alone. - George Whyte-Melville

Then drink, puppy, drink, and let ev’ry puppy drink,
That is old enough to lap and to swallow;
For he’ll grow into a hound, so we’ll pass the bottle round,
And merrily we’ll whoop and we’ll holloa.

For everything created
In the bounds of earth and sky
Has such longing to be mated,
It must couple or must die.

The life upon which youth fancies itself entering is very different from the life which age refuses to acknowledge it is on the eve of quitting.