Flies o’er th’ unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Pope, Essay on Criticism.
I hold it true, whate’er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
’Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
Tennyson, In Memoriam, xxvii.
Magis gauderes quod habueras [amicum], quam mœreres quod amiseras.
Seneca, Epist. cxix.