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Friendship is a plant of slow growth and must undergo and withstand the shocks of adversity before it is read more
Friendship is a plant of slow growth and must undergo and withstand the shocks of adversity before it is entitled to the appellation.
Behold a worthy sight, to which the God, turning his attention to
his own work, may direct his gaze. read more
Behold a worthy sight, to which the God, turning his attention to
his own work, may direct his gaze. Behold an equal thing, worthy
of a God, a brave man matched in conflict with evil fortune.
[Lat., Ecce spectaculum dignum, ad quod respiciat intentus operi
suo Deus. Ecce par Deo dignum, vir fortis cum mala fortuna
compositus.]
diamonds shine more brightly foiled by black velvet.
diamonds shine more brightly foiled by black velvet.
Great men rejoice in adversity just as brave soldiers triumph in
war.
[Lat., Gaudent magni viri rebus adversis read more
Great men rejoice in adversity just as brave soldiers triumph in
war.
[Lat., Gaudent magni viri rebus adversis non aliter, quam fortes
milites bellis.]
Adversity is sometimes hard upon a man; but for one man who can
stand prosperity, there are a hundred read more
Adversity is sometimes hard upon a man; but for one man who can
stand prosperity, there are a hundred that will stand adversity.
Sweet are the uses of adversity,
Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious read more
Sweet are the uses of adversity,
Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head.
Then know, that I have little wealth to lose.
A man I am, crossed with adversity;
My read more
Then know, that I have little wealth to lose.
A man I am, crossed with adversity;
My riches are these poor habiliments,
Of which if you should here disfurnish me,
You take the sum and substance that I have.
A bend in the road is not the end of the road... unless you fail to make the turn.
A bend in the road is not the end of the road... unless you fail to make the turn.
A wretched soul, bruised with adversity,
We bid be quiet when we hear it cry.
But were read more
A wretched soul, bruised with adversity,
We bid be quiet when we hear it cry.
But were we burd'ned with like weight of pain,
As much or more we should ourselves complain:
So thou, that hast no unkind mate to grieve thee,
With urging helpless patience wouldst relieve me;
But if thou live to see like right bereft,
This fool-begged patience in thee will be left.