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ADVERSITY - MISFORTUNE
"Tis strange how many unimagin'd charges
SHAKSPEARE I am not now in fortune's power ; He that is down can sink no lower.
BUTLER's Hudibras Heaven but tries our virtue by affliction ; As oft the cloud that wraps the Serves but to lighten all our future days.
BROWN I will bear it With all the tender sufferance of a friend, As calmly as the wounded patient bears The artist's hand that ministers his cure.
Otway's Orphan. Deserted in his utmost need By those his former bounty fed.
DRYDEN. Affliction is the wholesome soil of virtue ; Where patience, honour, sweet humanity, Calm fortitude, take root and strongly flourish.
MALLET. Affliction is the good man's shining scene ; Prosperity conceals his brightest ray; As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.
Young's Night Thoughts. Misfortune does not always wait on vice; Nor is success the constant guest of virtue,
HAVAND, I pray thee, deal with men in misery, Like one who may himself be miserable.
HEYWOOD. ADVERSITY - MISFORTUNE.
In this wild worla the fondest and the best
GOLDSMITH. For every want, that stimulates the breast, Becomes a source of pleasure when redrest.
GOLDSMITH. Each breast, however fortified, By courage, apathy, or pride, Has still one secret path for thee, Man's subtle foe - Adversity.
Mrs. Holford's Margaret of Anjou. The good are better made by ill, As odours crush'd are better still.
ROGERS. The brave unfortunates are our best acquaintance; They show us virtue may be much distress'd, And give us their example how to suffer.
FRANCIS Though losses and crosses
Be lessons right severe,
ADVERSITY - MISFORTUNE.
While the same plumage that had warmed his nest,
Byron's English Bards, &c
BYRON's Giaour. or all the horrid, hideous notes of woe,
Sadder than owl-songs on the midnight blast, Is that portentous phrase, “I told you so,'
Utter'd by friends, those prophets of the past, Who 'stead of saying what you now should do,
Own they foresaw that you would fall at last; And solace your slight lapse 'gainst “ bonos mores," With a long memorandum of old stories.
Byron's Don Juan. The rugged metal of the mine Must burn before its surface shine; But, plung'd within the furnace flame, It bends and melts-tho' still the same.
BYRON'S Giaour. What is the worst of woes that wait on age ?
What stamps the wrinkle deepest on the brow? To view each loved one blighted from life's page, And be alone on earth—as I am now.
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.
The blackest ink of fate was sure my lot,
Alone she sate-alone!-that worn-out word,
The New Timon. may not weep_I cannot sigh,
A weight is pressing on my breast;
N. P. WILI IS
Let me entreat
Mishaps are master'd by advice discreet,
SPENSER's Fairy Queen. Direct not him whose way himself will choose; 'Tis breath thou lack'st, and that breath wilt thou lose.
SHAKSPEARE I pray thee, cease thy counsel, Which falls into mine ear as profitless As water in a sieve.
I shall the effect of this good lesson keep,
Fetter strong madness in a silken thread,
There is in life no blessing like affection;
Miss L. E. LANDON,
Byron's Childe Harold.
When they come from the depth of the heart ;
And bid sorrow for ever depart !
'T were sweet to kiss thy tears away,
If tears those eyes must know ;
MRS. C. H. W. ESLING.