Calamity is man's true touch-stone.
- Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher,

Calamity is man's true touch-stone.
- Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher,

It has been my misfortune to be engaged in more battles than any other general on the other side of read more

It has been my misfortune to be engaged in more battles than any other general on the other side of the Atlantic; but there was never a time during my command when I would not have chosen some settlement by reason rather than the sword.

There in no one more unfortunate than the man who has never been
unfortunate. for it has never been read more

There in no one more unfortunate than the man who has never been
unfortunate. for it has never been in his power to try himself.
[Lat., Nihil infelicius eo, cui nihil unquam evenit adversi, non
licuit enim illi se experiri.]

Thought is a process of exaggeration. The refusal to exaggerate is not infrequently an alibi for the disinclination to think read more

Thought is a process of exaggeration. The refusal to exaggerate is not infrequently an alibi for the disinclination to think or praise.

But strong of limb
And swift of foot misfortune is, and, far
Outstripping all, comes to every read more

But strong of limb
And swift of foot misfortune is, and, far
Outstripping all, comes to every land,
And there wreaks evil on mankind, which prayers
Do afterwards redress.

When Misfortune is asleep, let no one wake her.
[Lat., Quando la mala ventura se duerme, nadie la despierte.]

When Misfortune is asleep, let no one wake her.
[Lat., Quando la mala ventura se duerme, nadie la despierte.]

We always weaken everything we exaggerate.

We always weaken everything we exaggerate.

There is nothing so wretched or foolish as to anticipate
misfortunes. What madness it is in your expecting evil read more

There is nothing so wretched or foolish as to anticipate
misfortunes. What madness it is in your expecting evil before it
arrives!
[Lat., Nil est nec miserius nec stultius quam praetimere. Quae
ista dementia est, malum suum antecedere!]

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