Every Cloud Has A Silver Lining.

And Live Like Nature's Bastards, Not Her Sons.

So Farewell Hope, And With Hope Farewell Fear,farewell Remorse: All Good To Me Is Lost;evil,be Thou My Good.

His Sleep Was Aery Light, From Pure Digestion Bred.

Few Sometimes May Know, When Thousands Err.

For Books Are As Meats And Viands Are; Some Of Good, Some Of Evil Sub-stance.