On with the dance! let joy be unconfin'd; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the Glowing Hours with Flying feet. - Lord Byron

On with the dance! let joy be unconfin'd

...methinks the older that one grows,
Inclines us more to laugh the scold, though laughter
Leaves us so doubly serious shortly after.

Who hath not proved how feebly words essay
To fix one spark of beauty's heavenly ray? Who doth not feel, until his failing sight
Faints into dimness with its own delight, His changing cheek, his sinking heart, confess
The might, the majesty of loveliness?

The light of love, the purity of grace,
The mind, the Music breathing from her face,
The heart whose softness harmonised the whole — And, oh! that eye was in itself a Soul!