Every Cloud Has A Silver Lining.

Hide Me From Day's Garish Eye.

Ah Gentle Pair, Ye Little Think How Nigh Your Change Approaches, When All These Delights Will Vanish And Deliver Ye To Woe, More Woe, The More Your Taste Is Now Of Joy.

So On This Windy Sea Of Land, The Fiend Walked Up And Down Alone Bent On His Prey.

Thus I Set My Printless Feet O'er The Cowslip's Velvet Head, That Bends Not As I Tread.

So He With Difficulty And Labour Hard Mov'd On, With Difficulty And Labour He.