A truth that’s told with bad intent 
Beats all the lies you can invent. 
It is right it should be so: 
Man was made for joy and woe; 
And when this we rightly know 
Through the world we safely go. 
Joy and woe are woven fine, 
A clothing for the soul divine. 
Under every grief and pine 
Runs a joy with silken twine. 

Every night and every morn 
Some to misery are born. 
Every morn and every night 
Some are born to sweet delight. 
Some are born to sweet delight, 
Some are born to endless night.