For the good are always the merry, Save by an evil chance, And the merry love the fiddle, And the merry love to dance.

Long days and pleasant nights.

Although all days are equally long regardless of the season, some days are long not only seasonally but by rewards they offer.

A happy soul, that all the way
To heaven hath a summer’s day.

As full of spirit as the month of May, and as gorgeous as the sun in Midsummer.

Rapidly, merrily,
Life's sunny hours flit by,
Gratefully, cheerily
Enjoy them as they fly!

Cheerfulness keeps up a kind of daylight in the mind.

A very merry, dancing, drinking,
Laughing, quaffing, and unthinkable time.

Time, That Is Pleased to Lengthen out the Day

Time, that is pleased to lengthen out the day
For grieving lovers parted or denied,
And pleased to hurry the sweet hours away
From such as lie enchanted side by side,
Is not my kinsman; nay, my feudal foe
Is he that in my childhood was the thief
Of all my mother's beauty, and in woe
My father bowed, and brought our house to grief.
Thus, though he think to touch with hateful frost
Your treasured curls, and your clear forehead line,
And so persuade me from you, he has lost;
Never shall he inherit what was mine.
When Time and all his tricks have done their worst,
Still will I hold you dear, and him accurst.

The whole length of the night is as the day to them,

I cannot see the lovely things with my eyes, but my mind can see them all, and so I am joyful all the day long.

Cheerfulness keeps up a kind of daylight in the mind, and fills it with a steady and perpetual serenity.

The longest day must have its close — the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning. An eternal, inexorable lapse of moments is ever hurrying the day of the evil to an eternal night, and the night of the just to an eternal day.

Every day was a happy day, and every night was peaceful.