It is said to be the manner of hypochondriacs to change often their physician.
Flowers spring up unsown and die ungathered.
Adversity is the nurse of greatness which roughly rocks her patients back to health.
The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favourite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come, And make their bed with thee.
Truth, crushed to earth, shall rise again.
Thine eyes are springs in whose serene And silent waters heaven is seen. Their lashes are the herbs that look On their young figures in the brook.