How short our happy days appear! How long the sorrowful!

Man dwells apart, though not alone, He walks among his peers unread; The best of thoughts which he hath known For lack of listeners are not said.

To bear, to nurse, to rear, To watch and then to lose, To see my bright ones disappear, Drawn up like morning dews.

A sweeter woman ne'er drew breath Than my sonne's wife, Elizabeth.

Besos que vienen riendo, luego llorando se van, y en ellos se va la vida, que nunca mas volvera.

Ah, happiness courts the light, so we deem the world is gay, but misery hides aloof, so we deem that misery there is none.

Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how; Everything is happy now, Everything is upward striving; 'Tis as easy now for the heart to be true As for grass to be gr…