That's best Which God sends. 'Twas His will: it is mine.
No true love there can be without Its dread penalty--jealousy.
Heaven's slow but sure redress of human ills.
Great sorrow makes sacred the sufferer.
The world is a nettle; disturb it, it stings. Grasp it firmly, it stings not.
We gain justice, judgment, with years, or else years are in vain.