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.
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Constant success shows us but one side of the world; adversity brings out the reverse of the picture.
Constant success shows us but one side of the world; adversity brings out the reverse of the picture.
The good things of prosperity are to be wished; but the good things that belong to adversity are to be read more
The good things of prosperity are to be wished; but the good things that belong to adversity are to be admired.
Adversity is like a strong wind. It tears away from us all but the things that cannot be torn, so read more
Adversity is like a strong wind. It tears away from us all but the things that cannot be torn, so that we see ourselves as we really are.
We become wiser by adversity; prosperity destroys our appreciation of the right.
We become wiser by adversity; prosperity destroys our appreciation of the right.
Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy.
Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy.
. . . it is hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
. . . it is hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
In the adversity of our best friends we often find something
which does not displease us.
[Fr., Dans read more
In the adversity of our best friends we often find something
which does not displease us.
[Fr., Dans l'adversite de nos meilleurs amis nous trouvons
toujours quelque chose ne nous deplaist pas.]
In prosperity our friends know us; in adversity we know our friends.
In prosperity our friends know us; in adversity we know our friends.
And these vicissitudes come best in youth;
For when they happen at a riper age,
People are read more
And these vicissitudes come best in youth;
For when they happen at a riper age,
People are apt to blame the Fates, forsooth,
And wonder Providence is not more sage.
Adversity is the first path to truth:
He who hath proved war, storm, or woman's rage,
Whether his winters be eighteen or eighty,
Has won experience which is deem'd so weighty.
