Both were so young, and one so innocent, That bathing pass'd for nothing; Juan seem'd To her, as 'twere, the kind of being sent, Of whom these two ye… - Lord Byron

All who joy would win
Must share it — Happiness was born a twin.

Happiness was born a twin.

All who joy would win
Must share it
- Hapiness was born a twin.

all who joy would win
Must share it, — Happiness was born a twin.

Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!
If in your bright leaves we would read the fate
Of men and empires,-'tis to be forgiven,
That in our aspirations to be great,
Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state,
And claim a kindred with you; for ye are
A beauty and a mystery, and create
In us such love and reverence from afar,
That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.

Between two worlds life hovers like a star,
’Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon’s verge:
How little do we know that which we are!
How less what we may be! The eternal surge
Of time and tide rolls on, and bears afar
Our bubbles; as the old burst, new emerge,
Lash’d from the foam of ages; while the graves
Of Empires heave but like some passing waves.

If I had never lived, that which I love / Had still been living; had I never loved, / That which I love would still be beautiful — / Happy and giving happiness. What is she? / What is she now? — a sufferer for my sins — / A thing I dare not think upon — or nothing.