He jests at scars, that never felt a wound.
_Romeo and Juliet, Act_ ii. _Sc_. 1 SHAKESPEARE.
No one is so accursed by fate,
No one so utterly desolate.
But some heart, though unknown,
Responds unto his own.
_Endymion_. H.W. LONGFELLOW.
There is in souls a sympathy with sounds,
And as the mind is pitched the ear is pleased
With melting airs of martial, brisk, or grave;
Some chord in unison with what we hear
Is touched within us, and the heart replies.
_The Task: Winter Walk at Noon_. W. COWPER.
Oh! who the exquisite delights can tell,
The joy which mutual confidence imparts?
Or who can paint the charm unspeakable,
Which links in tender hands two faithful hearts?
_Psyche_. MRS. M. TIGHE.
O! ask not, hope thou not too much
Of sympathy below:
Few are the hearts whence one same touch
Bids the same fountain flow.
_Kindred Hearts_. MRS. F.D. HEMANS.
Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow
For other's good, and melt at other's woe.
_Odyssey, Bk. XVIII_. HOMER. _Trans. of_ POPE.