"A cottage lone and still, With bowers nigh, Shadowy, my woes to still, Until I die." (Brian Holmes in Dream-Pedlary) Liège (B)
“Farewell, my joy!
Adieu, my love and pleasure!
To sport and toy
We have no longer leisure.
Fa la la!
Until our next consorting!
Sweet love, be true!
And thus we end our sporting.
Fa la la!”
(From Lyrics from the Song-Books of the Elizabethan Age)
“So gleams the past, the light of other days,
Which shines, but warms not with its powerless rays;
A nightbeam Sorrow watcheth to behold,
Distinct, but distant – clear – but, oh how cold!”
(Lord Byron from Hebrew melodies no. 24)