Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born;
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.
Joy and woe are woven fine,
Clothing for the Soul divine:
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
It is right it should be so:
We were born for joy and woe,
And when this we rightly know,
Safely through the world we go.
- William Blake, set to music as hymn 17 in the UU hymnal
No one in the world ever gets what they want,
And that is beautiful.
Everybody dies frustrated and sad,
And that is beautiful.
- They Might Be Giants, "Don't Let's Start"
Nothing new under the sun . . .