Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.William Butler Yeats
Nahum Tate (1652 – 1715) was an Irish Protestant poet, hymnist and lyricist, who became Poet Laureate in 1692.
- While shepherds watched their flocks by night,
All seated on the ground,
The angel of the Lord came down,
And glory shone around.
- Hymn While shepherds watched their flocks by night
Dido and Aeneas (opera; music by Henry Purcell)
- For sorrow is our joy,
And joy our greatest sorrow.
Elissa dies tonight,
And Carthage flames tomorrow.
- And silence their mourning
With vows of returning
But never intending to visit them more.
No never, no never, intending to visit them more.