Are gods more ruthless than mortals? Have they no mercy for youth? no love for the souls who have loved them? - Charles Kingsley

Pain is no evil,
Unless it conquers us.

The world goes up and the world goes down,
And the sunshine follows the rain;
And yesterday's sneer and yesterday's frown
Can never come over again.

When all the world is young, lad,
And all the trees are green;
And every goose a swan, lad,
And every lass a queen;
Then hey for boot and horse, lad,
And round the world away;
Young blood must have its course, lad,
And every dog his day.