9:6: This is the day when fine speech flourishes, but it lacks substance; it falls from the tongue and is lost on the wind. The words of the night are soaked in honey, but as day dawns, they melt away with the dew of the morning. Even the words of lovers are sweet but for a day; tomorrow they turn to bitterness and gall. O for the days that were, the joyous days now past, when words were things of substance, with but one meaning! Now my days are without object; they are spent in stringing and unstringing my lyre, while the song I wish to sing remains mute in my heart”. - The Kolbrin Bible (Egyptian Texts of the Bronze Book - Chapter 19: One Hundred and Thirteenth Scroll – Book of Manuscripts)
Allegory of Patience by Hans Sebald Beham (1500-1550)
