|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Frederick William Henry Myers. (1843 ?)|
| Look when the clouds are blowing|
And all the winds are free:
In fury of their going
They fall upon the sea.
But though the blast is frantic,
And though the tempest raves,
The deep immense Atlantic
Is still beneath the waves. 1
| Wind, Moon and Tides.|
Shakespeare: Henry V, act iv. sc. i.
There is some soul of goodness in things evil
Would men observingly distil it out. [back]