Conscientia rectæ voluntatis maxima consolatio est rerum incommodarum. — Misfortune

"None think the great unhappy, but the great."

"He went like one that hath been stunnd, And is of sense forlorn: A sadder and a wiser man, He rose the morrow morn."

"Misfortunes cannot suffice to make a fool into an intelligent man."

"O, give me thy hand, One writ with me in sour misfortunes book."

"Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; Fashioned so slenderly, Young and so fair!"

"Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, Fallen from his high estate, And weltring in his blood; Deserted at his utmost need, By those his former bounty fed; On the bare earth exposd he lies, With not a friend to close his eyes."