My sun sets to rise again.

Womanliness means only motherhood; All love begins and ends there.

What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.

We loved, sir - used to meet: How sad and bad and mad it was - But then, how it was sweet!

There never was night that had no morn.

Death is not extinguishing the light; it is only putting out the lamp because the dawn has come.

Is life worth living? Yes, so long As Spring revives the year, And hails us with the cuckoo's song, To show that she is here;