Every Cloud Has A Silver Lining.

It Was From Out The Rind Of One Apple Tasted, That The Knowledge Of Good And Evil, As Two Twins Cleaving Together, Leaped Forth Into The World.

Mutual Love, The Crown Of All Our Bliss.

Among Unequals What Society Can Sort, What Harmony, Or True Delight?

And Looks Commercing With The Skies, Thy Rapt Soul Sitting In Thine Eyes.

What Boots It At One Gate To Make Defence, And At Another To Let In The Foe?