How sweet to remember the trouble that is past.
I care for riches, to make gifts To friends, or lead a sick man back to health With ease and plenty. Else small aid is wealth For daily gladness; once a man be done With hunger, rich and poor are all as one.
If god is truly god, he is perfect, lacking nothing.
Stronger than lover's love is lover's hate. Incurable, in each, the wounds they make.
Dead men have no victory.
It is in adversity that the good show their friendship most clearly; prosperity always finds friends.