I lay in sorrow, deep distressed:
My grief a proud man heard;
His looks were cold, he gave me gold,
But not a kindly word.
My sorrow passed,--I paid him back
The gold he gave to me;
Then stood erect and spoke my thanks,
And blessed his charity.
I lay in want, in grief and pain:
A poor man passed my way;
He bound my head, he gave me bread,
He watched me night and day.
How shall I pay him back again,
For all he did to me?
Oh, gold is great, but greater far
Is Heavenly Sympathy.
--_Charles Mackay._
1872
The human heart sighs for sympathy and solace, in the dark hour of
suffering and sorrow.
--_Rev. Thos. M. McConnell._
1873
These two complain, but no one sympathizes with them:
He who lends money without witnesses;
And he who is lorded over by his wife.
--_The Talmud._
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1874
For him who does everything in its proper time, one day is worth three.
1875
There is nothing like addressing men at the proper time.
1876
The world is always ready to receive talent with open arms.
--_O. W. Holmes._
1877
Talent is something, but tact is everything.
--_Scargill._
1878
All talk at once, to none respect is shown.
1879
_Talking._--What a spendthrift is he of his tongue!
--_Shakespeare._
1880
They always talk who never think.
--_Prior._
1881
He who talks much is sometimes right.
--_Spanish._
1882
The talker sows, the listener reaps.
--_Italian._
1883
You can doubtless name a number of people who talk too much--including
yourself!
1884
A man of sense talks little, and listens much.
--_Chinese._
1885
_A Quiet Rebuke._--When Washington's secretary excused himself for the
lateness of his attendance, and laid the blame on his watch, his master
quietly said--"Then you must get another watch, or I another secretary."
1886
The cost takes away the taste: I should really like the thing, but I
dislike the expense.
1887
To teach is to learn twice over.
1888
Nothing dies sooner than a tear.
1889
Do not make woman weep, for God counts her tears.
--_From The Talmud._
1890
He has strangled
His language in his tears.
--_Shakespeare._
1891
There are few things more beautiful than tears, whether they are shed
for ourselves or others; they are the meek and silent effusions of
sincere feeling.
1892
Tears sometimes have the weight of words.
--_Ovid._
1893
Tears are the diamonds of the eye.
1894