One more unfortunate
Weary of breath,
Rashly importunate,
Gone to her death!

One more unfortunate
Weary of breath,
Rashly importunate,
Gone to her death!

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

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

Misfortune is never mournful to the soul that accepts it; for such do always see that every cloud is an read more

Misfortune is never mournful to the soul that accepts it; for such do always see that every cloud is an angel's face.

By speaking of our misfortunes we often relieve them.
[Fr., A raconter ses maux souvent on les soulage.]

By speaking of our misfortunes we often relieve them.
[Fr., A raconter ses maux souvent on les soulage.]

He went like one that hath been stunn'd,
And is of sense forlorn:
A sadder and a read more

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

I was a stricken deer that left the herd
Long since.

I was a stricken deer that left the herd
Long since.

Life, misfortunes, isolation, abandonment, poverty, are battlefields which have their heroes; obscure heroes, sometimes greater than the illustrious heroes

Life, misfortunes, isolation, abandonment, poverty, are battlefields which have their heroes; obscure heroes, sometimes greater than the illustrious heroes

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.

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.]