My sorrows are overwhelming, but my virtue is left to me.
[Fr., Mes malheurs sont combles, mais ma vertu read more

My sorrows are overwhelming, but my virtue is left to me.
[Fr., Mes malheurs sont combles, mais ma vertu me reste.]

For of Fortune's sharpe adversite,
The worste kynde of infortune is this,
A man to hav bent read more

For of Fortune's sharpe adversite,
The worste kynde of infortune is this,
A man to hav bent in prosperite,
And it remembren whan it passed is.

Our days and nights
Have sorrows woven with delights.

Our days and nights
Have sorrows woven with delights.

When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.

When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.

Sorrow preys upon
Its solitude, and nothing more diverts it
From its sad visions of the other read more

Sorrow preys upon
Its solitude, and nothing more diverts it
From its sad visions of the other world
Than calling it at moments back to this.
The busy have no time for tears.

Oh, that was a good time, when I was unhappy.
[Fr., Oh c'etait le bon temps, j'etais bien malheureuse.]
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Oh, that was a good time, when I was unhappy.
[Fr., Oh c'etait le bon temps, j'etais bien malheureuse.]
- credited to Sophie Arnould,

Who never ate his bread in sorrow,
Who never spent the darksome hours
Weeping, and watching for read more

Who never ate his bread in sorrow,
Who never spent the darksome hours
Weeping, and watching for the morrow,--
He knows ye not, ye gloomy Powers.
[Ger., Wer nie sein Brod mit Thranen ass,
Wer nicht die kummervollen Nachte
Auf seinem Bette weinend sass,
Der kennt euch nicht, ihr himmlischen Machte.]

In every adversity of fortune, to have been happy is the most
unhappy kind of misfortune.
[Lat., In read more

In every adversity of fortune, to have been happy is the most
unhappy kind of misfortune.
[Lat., In omni adversitate fortunae, infelicissimum genus est
infortunii fuisse felicem.]

I walked a mile with Pleasure,
She chattered all the way;
But left me none the wiser,
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I walked a mile with Pleasure,
She chattered all the way;
But left me none the wiser,
For all she had to say.
I walked a mile with Sorrow
And ne'er a word said she;
But, oh, the things I learned from her
When Sorrow walked with me!