Forevermore

"But I, who walk the Queen of Heaven confessed, / Jove's sister-spouse, shall I forevermore / with one poor tribe keep warring without rest? / Who then henceforth shall Juno's power adore? / Who then her fanes frequent, her deity implore?"

Poor Pope; and I am told he is fast growing bankrupt too; and will, in a measurable term of years (a great way within the ‘three hundred’), not have a penny to make his pot boil! His old rheumatic back will then get to rest; and himself and his stage-properties sleep well in Chaos forevermore.

A frozen sun forevermore the same.

Cause girl I love you more than words can show / My love is pure / I, I'll walk a thousand miles, sail a thousand seas / Nothing will discourage me / And I pray that you will be always there for me forevermore