Better by far you should forget and smile that you should remember and be sad.

Better by far you should forget and smile than that you should remember and be sad.

Better by far that you should forget and smile than that you should remember and be sad.

When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me

I dream of you to wake; would that I might Dream of you and not wake but slumber on.

She gave up beauty in her tender youth, gave all her hope and joy and pleasant ways; she covered up her eyes lest they should gaze on vanity, and chose the bitter truth.