Yet, it might be better if you dwelt upon the brighter view of our own future.

He is at rest; no tears can be of aid.

But we can look forward to dreams of happiness.

'Tis my plan to cross the great ocean, seeking better fortune on the Continent.
France, they say, has ever a vacant place for a good sword, nor is the king likely to refuse service to a nephew of Bienville.

You and I, Eloise, shall yet tread the Paris streets, nor shall we go as beggars." I marked her quick smile, but thought it not wholly untouched by sadness, as she attempted answer.
"We will hope for the best; yet, Monsieur, we are still deeply buried in the wilderness.