We suffer a lot the few things we lack and we enjoy too little the many things we have.

“And jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops...”

“Was ever book containing such vile matter so fairly bound? O that deceit should…”

“Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man; An…”

“Return of love, more blest may be the view;As call it winter, which being full …”