Did ye not hear it? - No, 'twas but the wind / Or the car rattling o'er the stony street,/ On with the dance! let joy be unconfined, / No sleep till morn when Youth and Pleasure meet / To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.
The lapse of ages changes all things - time, language, the earth, the bounds of the sea, the stars of the sky, and every thing "about around and underneath" man, except man himself.
Maidens like moths are ever caught by glare, And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair.
Absence - that common cure of love.
For truth is always strange, stranger than fiction.