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

"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."

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

"Conscientia rectæ voluntatis maxima consolatio est rerum incommodarum."

"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!"

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