And God stands winding His lonely horn, And time and the world are ever in flight; And love is less kind than the grey twilight, And hope is less dear than the dew of the morn. William Butler Yeats
Hear me profess sincerely: had I a dozen sons, each in my love alike, and none less dear than thine and my good Marcius, I had rather had eleven die nobly for their country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action. William Shakespeare
Had I a dozen sons, - each in my love alike, and none less dear than thine and my good Marcius, - I had rather had eleven die nobly for their country, than one voluptuously surfeit out of action. Coriolanus