How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start When memory plays an old tune on the heart! Eliza Cook
Every time a man is begotten and born, the clock of human life is wound up anew to repeat once more its same old tune that has already been played innumerable times, movement by movement and measure by measure, with insignificant variations. Arthur Schopenhauer
Bubble, bubble, flows the stream Like an old tune through a dream. Maurice Thompson