Every cloud has a silver lining.

So he with difficulty and labour hard Mov'd on, with difficulty and labour he.

Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek.

His spear, to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills to be the mast Of some great ammiral were but a wand, He walk'd with to support uneasy steps Over the burning marle.

Hope allows us to bid farewell to fear.

These two imparadised in one another's arms, the happier Eden, shall enjoy their fill of bliss on bliss.

In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.