(The answer to the last "Guess the author" was Blaise Pascal. The passage is from Pensees .)
Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
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.
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