Don't brood on the past, but don't forget it either.

Don't brood on the past, but don't forget it either.

No traces left of all the busy scene,
But that remembrances says: The things have been.

No traces left of all the busy scene,
But that remembrances says: The things have been.

Weep no more, lady, weep no more,
Thy sorrowe is in vaine,
For violets pluckt, the sweetest read more

Weep no more, lady, weep no more,
Thy sorrowe is in vaine,
For violets pluckt, the sweetest showers
Will ne'er make grow againe.

Therefore Agathon rightly says: "Of this alone even God is
deprived, the power of making things that are past read more

Therefore Agathon rightly says: "Of this alone even God is
deprived, the power of making things that are past never to have
been."

Oh! the good times when we were so unhappy.
[Fr., Oh le bon temps ou etions si malheureux.]

Oh! the good times when we were so unhappy.
[Fr., Oh le bon temps ou etions si malheureux.]

O Death! O Change! O Time!
Without you, O! the insufferable eyes
Of these poor Might-Have-Beens,
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O Death! O Change! O Time!
Without you, O! the insufferable eyes
Of these poor Might-Have-Beens,
These fatuous, ineffectual yesterdays.

I cannot sing the old songs, Or dream those dreams again,

I cannot sing the old songs, Or dream those dreams again,

I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.

I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.

The next day is never so good as the day before.

The next day is never so good as the day before.