Turn, gentle Hermit of the Dale,

And guide my lonely way

To where yon taper cheers the vale

With hospitable ray.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774): The Hermit. Chap. viii. Stanza 1.

Life let us cherish, while yet the taper glows,

And the fresh flow'ret pluck ere it close;

Why are we fond of toil and care?

Why choose the rankling thorn to wear?

J M Usteri (1763-1827): Life let us cherish.