Life! we 've been long together
Through pleasant and through cloudy weather;
'T is hard to part when friends are dear,—
Perhaps 't will cost a sigh, a tear;
Then steal away, give little warning,
Choose thine own time;
Say not "Good night," but in some brighter clime
Bid me "Good morning."
Which of you, intending to build a tower, sitteth not down first, and counteth the cost, whether he have sufficient to finish it.
Old houses mended,
Cost little less than new before they 're ended.