The Muses love the morning.
The morning sun never lasts a day.
The morning rainbow reaches the fountains; the evening rainbow fills the sails.
Not the day only, but all things have their morning.
No lamp burns till morning.
Morning makes the day.
Heaviness may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.
He who has good neighbours, gets a good morning.
Gather flowers while the morning sun lasts.