SORROW.

When sorrows come, they come not single spies,

But in battalions.

_Hamlet, Act iv. Sc. 5_. SHAKESPEARE.

One woe doth tread upon another's heel,

So fast they follow.

_Hamlet, Act iv. Sc. 7_. SHAKESPEARE.

Woes cluster; rare are solitary woes;

They love a train, they tread each other's heel.

_Night Thoughts, Night III_. DR. E. YOUNG.

Who ne'er his bread in sorrow ate,

Who ne'er the mournful midnight hours

Weeping upon his bed has sate,

He knows you not, ye Heavenly Powers.

_Hyperion, Bk. I. Motto: from Goethe's Wilhelm Meister_.

H.W. LONGFELLOW.

One fire burns out another's burning;

One pain is lessened by another's anguish;

Turn giddy, and be helped by backward turning;

One desp'rate grief cures with another's languish;

Take thou some new infection to the eye,

And the rank poison of the old will die.

_Romeo and Juliet, Act i. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

All that's bright must fade,--

The brightest still the fleetest;

All that's sweet was made

But to be lost when sweetest!

_National Airs: All that's bright must fade_. T. MOORE.

O God! O God!

How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable

Seem to me all the uses of this world!

_Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan.

Sorrow calls no time that's gone:

Violets plucked, the sweetest rain

Makes not fresh nor grow again.

_The Queen of Corinth, Act iii. Sc. 2_. J. FLETCHER.

Sorrows remembered sweeten present joy.

_The Course of Time, Bk. I_. R. POLLOK.

Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest showers,

And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest winds.

_Misc. Sonnets, Pt. I. XXXIII_. W. WORDSWORTH.

Affliction is the good man's shining scene;

Prosperity conceals his brightest ray;

As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.

_Night Thoughts, Night IX_. DR. E. YOUNG.

Like a ball that bounds

According to the force with which 'twas thrown

So in affliction's violence, he that's wise

The more he's cast down will the higher rise.

_Microcosmos_. T. NABBES.

O, fear not in a world like this,

And thou shalt know erelong,--

Know how sublime a thing it is

To suffer and be strong.

_The Light of Stars_. H.W. LONGFELLOW.

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