Full Wise Is He That Can Himselven

The Latter End Of Joy Is Woe.

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Who Looks At Me, Beholdeth Sorrows All, All Pain, All Torture, Woe And All Distress; I Have No Need On Other Harms To Call, As Anguish, Languor, Cruel Bitterness, Discomfort, Dread, And Madness More And Less; Methinks From Heaven Above The Tears Must Rain In Pity For My Harsh And Cruel Pain.

How Potent Is The Fancy! People Are So Impressionable, They Can Die Of Imagination.

Patience Is A Conquering Virtue.