I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.

I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.

Some say that the age of chivalry is past, that the spirit of
romance is dead. The age of read more

Some say that the age of chivalry is past, that the spirit of
romance is dead. The age of chivalry is never past so long as
there is a wrong left unredressed on earth.

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.

The present contains nothing more than the past, and what is
found in the effect was already in the read more

The present contains nothing more than the past, and what is
found in the effect was already in the cause.

Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were.

Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were.

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

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

We can draw lessons from the past, but we cannot live in it.

We can draw lessons from the past, but we cannot live in it.

Nostalgia is a seductive liar.

Nostalgia is a seductive liar.

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.]