Who never ate his bread in sorrow,
Who never spent the darksome hours
Weeping, and watching for read more

Who never ate his bread in sorrow,
Who never spent the darksome hours
Weeping, and watching for the morrow,--
He knows ye not, ye gloomy Powers.
[Ger., Wer nie sein Brod mit Thranen ass,
Wer nicht die kummervollen Nachte
Auf seinem Bette weinend sass,
Der kennt euch nicht, ihr himmlischen Machte.]

Night brings out stars as sorrow shows us truths.

Night brings out stars as sorrow shows us truths.

Our days and nights
Have sorrows woven with delights.

Our days and nights
Have sorrows woven with delights.

Men die, but sorrow never dies;
The crowding years divide in vain,
And the wide world is read more

Men die, but sorrow never dies;
The crowding years divide in vain,
And the wide world is knit with ties
Of common brotherhood in pain.

In every adversity of fortune, to have been happy is the most
unhappy kind of misfortune.
[Lat., In read more

In every adversity of fortune, to have been happy is the most
unhappy kind of misfortune.
[Lat., In omni adversitate fortunae, infelicissimum genus est
infortunii fuisse felicem.]

For of Fortune's sharpe adversite,
The worste kynde of infortune is this,
A man to hav bent read more

For of Fortune's sharpe adversite,
The worste kynde of infortune is this,
A man to hav bent in prosperite,
And it remembren whan it passed is.

In the bitter waves of woe,
Beaten and tossed about
By the sullen winds which blow
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In the bitter waves of woe,
Beaten and tossed about
By the sullen winds which blow
From the desolate shores of doubt.

A happier lot were mine,
If I must lose thee, to go down to earth,
For I read more

A happier lot were mine,
If I must lose thee, to go down to earth,
For I shall have no hope when thou art gone,--
Nothing but sorrow. Father have I none,
And no dear mother.

Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.

Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.