This is truth the poet sings,
That a sorrow's crown of sorrows is remembering happier things.

This is truth the poet sings,
That a sorrow's crown of sorrows is remembering happier things.

Gold! gold! gold! gold!
Bright and yellow, hard and cold!

Gold! gold! gold! gold!
Bright and yellow, hard and cold!

Yestreen, when to the trembling string
The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha',
To thee my fancy read more

Yestreen, when to the trembling string
The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha',
To thee my fancy took its wing;
I sat, but neither heard nor saw.

Fighting without concert, they suffer universal defeat.

Fighting without concert, they suffer universal defeat.

I have a kind of alacrity in sinking.

I have a kind of alacrity in sinking.

If you have no enemies it is a sign fortune has forgot you.

If you have no enemies it is a sign fortune has forgot you.

Punishment is lame, but it comes.

Punishment is lame, but it comes.

It is not becoming to grieve immoderately for the dead.

It is not becoming to grieve immoderately for the dead.

The brave or the fortunate can afford to laugh at envy.

The brave or the fortunate can afford to laugh at envy.