Fair After Foul.

Tears quickly dry, griefs will in time decay:
A clear will come after a cloudy day.

Robert Herrick

Robert Herrick was a 17th-century English lyric poet and cleric. He is known for his book of poems, "Hesperides," which includes the carpe diem poem "To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time." His works are noted for their clarity, simplicity, and musical quality. Herrick was also a vicar of Dean Prior in Devon, despite being ejected during the English Civil War and later reinstated.

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Upon Cupid.

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Hope Well And Have Well: Or, Fair After Foul Weather.

What though the heaven be lowering now,
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Fair Days: Or, Dawns Deceitful.

Fair was the dawn, and but e'en now the skies
Show'd like to cream inspir'd with strawberries,
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Tears.

Tears most prevail; with tears, too, thou may'st move
Rocks to relent, and coyest maids to love.

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Upon Tears

Tears, though they're here below the sinner's brine,
Above, they are the Angels' spiced wine.

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Tears.

Our present tears here, not our present laughter,
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