24 ADVERSITY - MISFORTUNE, "Tis strange how many unimagin'd charges Is open'd o'er his head. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like a toad, ugly and venomous, I am not now in fortune's power; SHAKSPEARE SHAKSPEARE BUTLER'S Hudibras Heaven but tries our virtue by affliction; I will bear it With all the tender sufferance of a friend, Deserted in his utmost need BROWN OTWAY'S Orphan. By those his former bounty fed. DRYDEN. Affliction is the wholesome soil of virtue; MALLET. Affliction is the good man's shining scene; YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. Misfortune does not always wait on vice; pray thee, deal with men in misery, Like one who may himself be miserable. HAVARD. HEYWOOD. 25 25 ADVERSITY - MISFORTUNE. In this wild world the fondest and the best Are the most tried, most troubled and distress'd. Aromatic plants bestow No spicy fragrance while they grow; For every want, that stimulates the breast, CRABBE GOLDSMITH. GOLDSMITH. "T was thine own genius gave the final blow, 26 ADVERSITY - MISFORTUNE. While the same plumage that had warmed his nest, BYRON'S English Bards, &c I have not quail'd to danger's brow BYRON'S Giaour. Of all the horrid, hideous notes of woe, Utter'd by friends, those prophets of the past, Own they foresaw that you would fall at last; The rugged metal of the mine BYRON'S Don Juan. Must burn before its surface shine; BYRON'S Giaour. What is the worst of woes that wait on age? BYRON'S Childe Harold. From mighty wrongs to petty perfidy, Have I not seen what human things could do? To the small whisper of the as paltry few BYRON'S Childe Harold, A hermit, 'midst of crowds, I fain must stray BYRON. The blackest ink of fate was sure my lot, Alone she sate-alone!-that worn-out word, Yet all that poets sing, and grief hath known, I may not weep-I cannot sigh, A weight is pressing on my breast; The New Timon. N. P. WILLIS ADVICE. Let me entreat You to unfold the anguish of your heart; SPENSER'S Fairy Queen. Direct not him whose way himself will choose; I pray thee, cease thy counsel, SHAKSPEARE Which falls into mine ear as profitless As water in a sieve. SHAKSPEARE. I shall the effect of this good lesson keep, As watchman to my heart. SHAKSPEARE. Men counsel and speak comfort to that grief Fetter strong madness in a silken thread, SHAKSPEARE. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; SHAKSPEARE. AFFECTION. There is in life no blessing like affection; And bringeth down to earth its native heaven :- MISS L. E. LANDON. Oh! there are looks and tones that dart Alas! our young affections run to waste, T. MOORE. BYRON'S Childe Harold. Oh, sweet are the tones of affection sincere, When they come from the depth of the heart; 'T were sweet to kiss thy tears away, BULWER MRS. C. H. W. ESLING. How cling we to a thing our hearts have nursed! |