Art can do much, but this maxim's most sure/A weak or wounded brain admits no cure.
The world no longer lets me love, My hope and treasure are above.
Let Greeks be Greeks, and women what they are.
I happy am, if well with you.
If we had not winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.
Iron till it be thoroughly heated is incapable to be wrought; so God sees good to cast some men into the furnace of affliction, and then beats them on His anvil into what frame He desires.