A light heart lives long

Put out the light, and then put out the light.

When he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.

Break, heart, I prithee, break!

What light through yonder window breaks?

We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards