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.

Robert Herrick

Clouds.

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Tears most prevail; with tears, too, thou may'st move
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Upon Tears

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Tears.

Our present tears here, not our present laughter,
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