True hope is swift, and flies with swallows' wings;
Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.
SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act v., Sc. 2.
So farewell hope, and, with hope, farewell fear,
Farewell remorse! All good to me is lost.
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 108.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast;
Man never is, but always to be blest.
POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. i., Line 95.
Auspicious hope! in thy sweet garden grow
Wreaths for each toil, a charm for every woe.
CAMPBELL: _Pl. of Hope,_ Pt. i., Line 45.
Thus heavenly hope is all serene,
But earthly hope, how bright soe'er,
Still fluctuates o'er this changing scene,
As false and fleeting as 'tis fair.
HEBER: _On Heavenly Hope and Earthly Hope._
And rest can never dwell, hope never comes
That comes to all.
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 65.
"All hope abandon, ye who enter in!"
These words in sombre color I beheld
Written upon the summit of a gate.
DANTE: _Inferno, Longfellow's Trans.,_ Canto iii., Line 9.