From haunted spring and dale Edg'd with poplar pale The parting genius is with sighing sent.
True it is that covetousness is rich, modesty starves.
Midnight shout and revelry, Tipsy dance and jollity.
Every cloud has a silver lining.
Innocence, Once Lost, Can Never Be Regained. Darkness, Once Gazed Upon, Can Never Be Lost.
Our reason is our law.