The setting sun, and music at the close,
As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last,
Writ in remembrance more than things long past.
SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.
Praising what is lost,
Makes the remembrance dear.
SHAKS.: _All 's Well,_ Act v., Sc. 3.
I've been so long remembered, I'm forgot.
YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night iv., Line 57.
I remember, I remember,
The fir trees dark and high:
I used to think their slender tops
Were close against the sky;
It was a childish ignorance,
But now 'tis little joy
To know I'm farther off from heaven
Than when I was a boy.
HOOD: _I Remember, I Remember._