God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.

God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.

Or wherefore trace, from what slight cause
Its source one tyrant passion draws,
Till mastering all within.

Or wherefore trace, from what slight cause
Its source one tyrant passion draws,
Till mastering all within.

Every man can master a grief but he that has it.

Every man can master a grief but he that has it.

Then westward ho!
Grace and good disposition attend your ladyship.

Then westward ho!
Grace and good disposition attend your ladyship.

Consider the end.

Consider the end.

Saint Luke was a Saint and a Physitian, yet is dead.

Saint Luke was a Saint and a Physitian, yet is dead.

My high-blown pride
At length broke under me, and now has left me
Weary and old with read more

My high-blown pride
At length broke under me, and now has left me
Weary and old with service.

There is a devil in every berry of the grape.

There is a devil in every berry of the grape.

The finishing stroke of all sorrow.

The finishing stroke of all sorrow.