I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.

I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.

Enjoy the spring of love and youth,
To some good angel leave the rest,
For time will read more

Enjoy the spring of love and youth,
To some good angel leave the rest,
For time will teach thee soon the truth,
"There are no birds in last year's nest."

Praise they that will times past, I joy to see
My selfe now live: this age best pleaseth mee.

Praise they that will times past, I joy to see
My selfe now live: this age best pleaseth mee.

Move on!It's just a chapter in the past! But don't close the book,just turn the page....

Move on!It's just a chapter in the past! But don't close the book,just turn the page....

O God! Put back Thy universe and give me yesterday.

O God! Put back Thy universe and give me yesterday.

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.

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.

Every journey into the past is complicated by delusions, false memories, false namings of real events.

Every journey into the past is complicated by delusions, false memories, false namings of real events.

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

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