“Days that need borrow
No part of their good morrow
From a fore-spent night of sorrow.”
Richard Crashaw (1612–1649) British writer
Wishes for the Supposed Mistress
One Word is Too Often Profaned (1821), st. 2
“Days that need borrow
No part of their good morrow
From a fore-spent night of sorrow.”
Richard Crashaw (1612–1649) British writer
Wishes for the Supposed Mistress
William Shakespeare book Romeo and Juliet
Variant: Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.
Source: Romeo and Juliet
Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809–1894) Poet, essayist, physician
"Lord Of All Being" (1848).
Context: Lord of all being, thronèd afar,
Thy glory flames from sun and star;
Center and soul of every sphere,
Yet to each loving heart how near!
Sun of our life, Thy quickening ray,
Sheds on our path the glow of day;
Star of our hope, Thy softened light
Cheers the long watches of the night.
“Star of my heart, I follow from afar.”
Vachel Lindsay (1879–1931) American poet
Star Of My Heart (1913)
Context: Star of my heart, I follow from afar.
Sweet Love on high, lead on where shepherds are,
Where Time is not, and only dreamers are.
Star from of old, the Magi-Kings are dead
And a foolish Saxon seeks the manger-bed.
O lead me to Jehovah's child
Across this dreamland lone and wild,
Then will I speak this prayer unsaid,
And kiss his little haloed head—
"My star and I, we love thee, little child."
“But love for an object eternal and infinite feeds the mind with joy alone, and a joy which is free from all sorrow. This is something greatly to be desired and to be sought with all our strength.”
Sed amor erga rem aeternam et infinitam sola laetitia pascit animum, ipsaque omnis tristitiae est expers; quod valde est desiderandum totisque viribus quaerendum.
Baruch Spinoza (1632–1677) Dutch philosopher
I, 10; translation by W. Hale White (Revised by Amelia Hutchison Stirling)
On the Improvement of the Understanding (1662)
G. K. Chesterton (1874–1936) English mystery novelist and Christian apologist
Poems (1917), The Great Minimum
Context: In a time of sceptic moths and cynic rusts,
And fattened lives that of their sweetness tire
In a world of flying loves and fading lusts,
It is something to be sure of a desire.
Lo, blessed are our ears for they have heard;
Yea, blessed are our eyes for they have seen:
Let the thunder break on man and beast and bird
And the lightning. It is something to have been.