One fire burns out another’s burning;
One pain is lessened by another’s anguish;
Turn giddy, and be helped by backward turning;
One desp’rate grief cures with another’s languish;
Take thou some new infection to the eye,
And the rank poison of the old will die.
Romeo and Juliet, Act i.  Sc. 2.  SHAKESPEARE.

All that’s bright must fade,—­
The brightest still the fleetest;
All that’s sweet was made
But to be lost when sweetest!
National Airs:  All that’s bright must fade.  T. MOORE.

                        O God!  O God! 
  How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
  Seem to me all the uses of this world!
Hamlet, Act i.  Sc. 2.  SHAKESPEARE.

  Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan. 
  Sorrow calls no time that’s gone: 
  Violets plucked, the sweetest rain
  Makes not fresh nor grow again.
The Queen of Corinth, Act iii.  Sc. 2.  J. FLETCHER.

Sorrows remembered sweeten present joy. The Course of Time, Bk.  I.  R. POLLOK.

Wreaths that endure affliction’s heaviest showers,
And do not shrink from sorrow’s keenest winds.
Misc.  Sonnets, Pt.  I. XXXIII.  W. WORDSWORTH.

Affliction is the good man’s shining scene;
Prosperity conceals his brightest ray;
As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.
Night Thoughts, Night IX.  DR. E. YOUNG.

                      Like a ball that bounds
  According to the force with which ’twas thrown
  So in affliction’s violence, he that’s wise
  The more he’s cast down will the higher rise.
Microcosmos.  T. NABBES.

O, fear not in a world like this,
And thou shalt know erelong,—­
Know how sublime a thing it is
To suffer and be strong.
The Light of Stars.  H.W.  LONGFELLOW.

SOUL.

  Summe up at night what thou hast done by day;
  And in the morning what thou hast to do. 
  Dresse and undresse thy soul; mark the decay
  And growth of it:  if, with thy watch, that too
    Be down, then winde up both; since we shall be
    Most surely judged, make thy accounts agree.
The Temple:  The Church Porch.  G. HERBERT.

                              Go to your bosom;
  Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.
Measure for Measure, Act ii.  Sc. 2.  SHAKESPEARE.

  O ignorant, poor man! what dost thou bear
    Locked up within the casket of thy breast? 
  What jewels and what riches hast thou there? 
    What heavenly treasure in so weak a chest?
Worth of the Soul.  SIR J. DAVIES.

  Let Fortune empty all her quiver on me;
  I have a soul that like an ample shield,
  Can take in all, and verge enough for more.
Sebastian, Act i.  Sc. 1.  J. DRYDEN.

And keeps that palace of the soul serene. Of Tea.  E. WALLER.