Of the moment I'll cease to be
I console myself with vanished years
Remembered laughter, remembered tears,
The peace of the changing sea
And remembered friends who are dead and gone.
How happy they are I cannot know
But happy am I who loved them so".
- Noel Coward
(Text from a typed sheet in a display case at New York Public Library for the Performing Arts at Lincoln Center. "Star Quality: The World of Noel Coward". On display Summer 2012)
