LLON.

Some write their wrongs in marble: he, more just,
Stooped down serene and wrote them in the dust,
Trod under foot, the sport of every wind,
Swept from the earth and blotted from his mind.
There, secret in the grave, he bade them lie,
And grieved they could not 'scape the Almighty eye.
_Boulter's Monuments_. S. MADDEN.

The more we know, the better we forgive;
Who'er feels deeply, feels for all who live.
_Corinne_. MADAME DE STAEL.

FORTUNE.

Fortune, men say, doth give too much to many,
But yet she never gave enough to any.
_Epigrams_. SIR J. HARRINGTON.

Are there not, dear Michal,
Two points in the adventure of the diver,
One--when, a beggar, he prepares to plunge?
One--when, a prince, he rises with his pearl?
Festus, I plunge.
_Paracelsus_. R. BROWNING.

When Fortune means to men most good,
She looks upon them with a threatening eye.
_King John, Act iii. Sc. 4_. SHAKESPEARE.

Fortune in men has some small diff'rence made,
One flaunts in rags, one flutters in brocade:
The cobbler aproned, and the parson gowned,
The friar hooded, and the monarch crowned.
_Essay on Man, Epistle IV_. A. POPE.

Who thinks that fortune cannot change her mind,
Prepares a dreadful jest for all mankind.
_Second Book of Horace, Satire II_. A. POPE.

Will Fortune never come with both hands full,
But write her fair words still in foulest letters?
She either gives a stomach, and no food--
Such are the poor in health: or else a feast,
And takes away the stomach--such are the rich,
That have abundance and enjoy it not.
_K. Henry IV., Pt. II. Act iv. Sc. 4_. SHAKESPEARE.

Under heaven's high cope
Fortune is god--all you endure and do
Depends on circumstance as much as you.
_Epigrams. From the Greek_. P.B. SHELLEY.

There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
On such a full sea are we now afloat;
And we must take the current when it serves,
Or lose our ventures.
_Julius Caesar, Act iv. Sc. 3_. SHAKESPEARE.

Prosperity doth bewitch men, seeming clear;
As seas do laugh, show white, when rocks are near.
_White Devil, Act v. Sc_. 6. J. WEBSTER.

Oh, how portentous is prosperity!
How comet-like, it threatens while it shines.
_Night Thoughts, Night V_. DR. E. YOUNG.

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