Hope allows us to bid farewell to fear.
For such kind of borrowing as this, if it be not bettered by the borrowers, among good authors is accounted Plagiarè.
It was the winter wild, While the Heaven-born child, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies.
Hail, wedded love, mysterious law; true source of human happiness.
And feel that I am happier than I know.
He touch'd the tender stops of various quills, With eager thought warbling his Doric lay.