It were a grief so brief to part with thee.
Farewell.

These times of woe afford no time to woo.

I write you a letter that begins
With I love you and ends with I love you and
Somewhere in the middle is one goodbye for
Every hurt

Your time may come. Do not be too sad, Sam. You cannot be always torn in two. You will have to be one and whole, for many years. You have so much to enjoy and to be, and to do.

Ay me! sad hours seem long.

I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad