She now knew the names of the blessings which might have guided her boy to a loftier happiness and, full of the love which even death could not assail and lessen, mourned by many, Barbara Blomberg, at an advanced age, closed her eyes upon the world.

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     The greatness he had gained he overlooked
     Who does not struggle ward, falls back

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     A live dog is better than a dead king
     Always more good things in a poor family which was once rich
     Attain a lofty height from which to look down upon others
     Before learning to obey, he was permitted to command
     Catholic, but his stomach desired to be Protestant (Erasmus)
     Dread which the ancients had of the envy of the gods
     Grief is grief, and this new sorrow does not change the old one
     Harder it is to win a thing the higher its value becomes
     No happiness will thrive on bread and water
     Shuns the downward glance of compassion
     That tears were the best portion of all human life
     The blessing of those who are more than they seem
     The greatness he had gained he overlooked
     To the child death is only slumber
     Who does not struggle ward, falls back
     Whoever will not hear, must feel