So farewell Hope, and with Hope farewell Fear, Farewell Remorse: all Good to me is lost; Evil be thou my Good

Farewell, remorse: all good to me is lost; Evil, be thou my good.

Fear and dull disposition, luke warmness and sloth, are not seldom wont to cloak themselves under the affected name of Moderation.

Farewell Hope, and with Hope farewell Fear

No longer forward nor behind, I look in hope or fear; But grateful take the good I find, The best of now and here.

After all this time, he had hope, and then hope was gone, and he hates himself for giving in to hope. He, who exists only to kill the hopes of others, could not destroy the hope within himself.