“The saddest birds a season find to sing,
The roughest storm a calm may soon allay;
Thus with succeeding turns God tempereth all,
That men may hope to rise yet fear to fall.”

—  Robert Southwell

Source: Times Go by Turns, Line 15; p. 47.

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