Peaseblossom Cobweb, mote and mustardseed,
be kind and courtious to this gentleman...
I love that. Also
'If we spirits have offended, think but this, and all is mended,
that you have but slumbered here, while these visions did appear...
The rain we knew is a thing of the past -
deep-delving, dark, deliberate you would say
browsing on spire and bogland; but today
our sky-blue slates are steaming in the sun,
our yachts tinkling and dancing in the bay
like racehorses. We contemplate at last
shining windows, a future forbidden to no one.
Derek Mahon
"Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets."
Arthur Miller