“Ah, woe is me! Winter is come and gone,
But grief returns with the revolving year.”

“For a hummingbird, winter comes 365 times a year.”

“Alas! that all we loved of him should be,
But for our grief, as if it had not been,
And grief itself be mortal! Woe is me!
Whence are we, and why are we? of what scene
The actors or spectators?”

“Ah, grief makes us precise!”

“Sorrow and scarlet leaf,
Sad thoughts and sunny weather:
Ah me, this glory and this grief
Agree not well together!”

“See, Winter comes to rule the varied year,
Sullen and sad.”

“Gone for a while
Hoping, always, to return
If you will let me”

“Virginity, virginity, when you leave me, where do you go?

I am gone and never come back to you.

I never return.”

“It's cold and it's winter and the world has gone to sleep”

“We ourselve are the authors of almost all our woes and griefs, of which we so unreasonably complain.”