I have trodden the winepress alone; and of the people there was
none with me: for I will tread read more

I have trodden the winepress alone; and of the people there was
none with me: for I will tread them in mine anger, and trample
them in my fury; and their blood shall be sprinkled upon my
garments, and I will stain all my raiment.

To each his suff'rings; all are men,
Condemn'd alike to groan;
The tender for another's pain,
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To each his suff'rings; all are men,
Condemn'd alike to groan;
The tender for another's pain,
Th' unfeeling for his own.
Yet ah! why should they know their fate,
Since sorrow never comes too late,
And happiness too swiftly flies?
Thought would destroy their paradise.

He jests at scars that never felt a wound

He jests at scars that never felt a wound

And he said, Who art thou, Lord? And the Lord said, I am Jesus
whom thou persecutest: it is read more

And he said, Who art thou, Lord? And the Lord said, I am Jesus
whom thou persecutest: it is hard for thee to kick against the
pricks.

Present sufferings seem far greater to men than those they merely
dread.
[Lat., Graviora quae patiantur videntur jam read more

Present sufferings seem far greater to men than those they merely
dread.
[Lat., Graviora quae patiantur videntur jam hominibus quam quae
metuant.]

We have suffered lightly, if we have suffered what we should weep
for.
[Lat., Levia perpessi sumus
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We have suffered lightly, if we have suffered what we should weep
for.
[Lat., Levia perpessi sumus
Si flenda patimur.]

The injuries we do and those we suffer are seldom weighed in the same scales.

The injuries we do and those we suffer are seldom weighed in the same scales.

Can it be, O Christ in heaven, that the holiest suffer most,
That the strongest wander furthest, and more read more

Can it be, O Christ in heaven, that the holiest suffer most,
That the strongest wander furthest, and more hopelessly are lost?

Now it seems to me that love of some kind is the only possible explanation of the extraordinary amount of read more

Now it seems to me that love of some kind is the only possible explanation of the extraordinary amount of suffering that there is in the world.