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Ye flowers that droop, forsaken by the spring;
There's not an hour
Of day or dreaming nights but I am with thee:
Though absent, present in desires they be;
Though lost to sight, to memory dear
George Linley: Song.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Thomas Haynes Bayly: Isle of Beauty.
Oh! couldst thou but know
With what a deep devotedness of woe
Think'st thou that I could bear to part
Byron: Bride of Abydos.
Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see,
Action, Activity, Industry; see Labor.
Great things thro' greatest hazards are achiev'd,
Beaumont and Fletcher: Loyal Subject.
Our acts our angels are, or good or ill,
Fletcher: On an Honest Man's Fortune.
If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well
Who does the best his circumstance allows,
How slow the time
To the warm soul, that, in the very instant
The keen spirit
Seizes the prompt occasion,-makes the thoughts
Let us then be up and doing,
With a heart for every fate;
Learn to labor and to wait.
Adversity, Affliction, Misfortune.
The good are better made by ill,
Of all affliction taught a lover yet
So do the winds and thunder cleanse the air,
Affliction is the good man's shining scene;
He went like one that hath been stunn'd,
A sadder and a wiser man
He rose the morrow morn.
Coleridge: Ancient Mariner.
I have not quailed to danger's brow
I am not now in fortune's power:
Wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss,
Sweet are the uses of adversity,
Let me entreat
You to unfold the anguish of your heart;
Spenser: Faërie Queene.
Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice;
Love all, trust a few,
Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy
Rather in power than use; and keep thy friend
Shakespeare: All's Well That Ends Well.
Give thy thoughts no tongue,
Nor any unproportion'd thought his act.
Love thyself last; cherish those hearts that hate
Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Age, Old Age; see Time and Youth.
Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be,
The last of life, for which the first was made:
Our times are in his hand
Shakespeare: Henry VIII.
Youth ended, I shall try
My gain or loss thereby;
Who saith, "A whole I planned,
Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!"
Leave the fire ashes, what survives is gold:
And I shall weigh the same,
Give life its praise or blame:
Young, all lay in dispute; I shall know, being old.
Browning: Rabbi Ben Ezra.