Gryll Grange by Thomas Love Peacock

(Greek Passage) The Ghost of Darius to the Chorus, in the Perso of Æschylus. Farewell, old friends: and even if ills surround you, Seize every joy the passing day can bring, For wealth affords no pleasure to the dead.

Dorothy had begun to hope that Harry's news might be true, but even Harry's sanguineness began to give way: the pertinacity with which the young master remained at home threw a damp on their expectations. But having once fairly started, in the way of making love on the one side and responding to it on the other, they could not but continue as they had begun, and she permitted him to go on building castles in the air, in which the Christmas of the ensuing year was arrayed in the brightest apparel of fire and festival.