80
“Yet from our esp’erance great, our hopes immense bred by this seaboard, was not pure and true the joy we joyed; nay, cruel recompense dealt us Rhamnúsia, sorrows strange and new. Thus smiling Heav’en mixt favours doth dispense; in such condition dark and dure man drew the breath of Life; and, while all Ills endure, Good changeth often, Good is never sure.