There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away. - Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron),

An infant when it gazes on a light, A child the moment when it drains the breast, A devotee when soars the Host in sight, An Arab with a stranger for a guest, A sailor when the prize has struck in fight, A miser filling his most hoarded chest, Feel rapture; but not such true joy are reaping As they who watch o'er what they love while sleeping.

On with the dance! let joy be unconfin'd

On with the dance! Let joy be unconfined

The memory of joy is no longer joy; the memory of pain is pain still.

Joy's recollection is no longer joy, while sorrow's memory is sorrow still