Marriage from love, like vinegar from wine — A sad, sour, sober beverage — by time Is sharpen’d from its high celestial flavour Down to a very homely… - Lord Byron

The great object of life is Sensation - to feel that we exist - even though in pain - it is this ‘craving void’ which drives us to gaming - to battle - to travel - to intemperate but keenly felt pursuits of every description whose principal attraction is the agitation inseparable from their accomplishment.

The 'good old times' - all times when old are good.

There's music in the sighing of a reed;
There's music in the gushing of a rill;
There's music in all things, if men had ears;
The earth is but the music of the spheres.