Merciful Father, I will not complain.
I know that the sunshine shall follow the rain.
Saepe creat molles aspera spina rosas.
The prickly thorn often bears soft roses. Ovid—Epistolce Ex Ponto. II. 2. 34. </poem>
Long pains are light ones,
Cruel ones are brief!
J.' G. Saxe—Compensation.
The burden is equal to the horse's strength.
Talmud. Sota. 13.
That not a moth with vain desire
Is shrivel'd in a fruitless fire,
Or but subserves another's gain.
| author = Tennyson
| work = In Memoriam.
| place = LIV.
| topic = Compensation
| page = 128
}}
{{Hoyt quote
| num = 6
| text = <poem>Primo avulso non deficit alter aureus.
One plucked, another fills its room
And burgeons with like precious bloom.
Vergil—Æneid. VI. 143.
And light is mingled with the gloom,
And joy with grief;
Divinest compensations come,
Through thorns of judgment mercies bloom
In sweet relief.
COMPLIMENTS
A compliment is usually accompanied with a
bow, as if to beg pardon for paying it.
What honour that,'
But tedious waste of time, to sit and hear
So many hollow compliments and lies.
| author = Milton
| work = Paradise Regained.
| place = Bk. IV. L. 122.
| topic = Compliments
| page = 128
}}
{{Hoyt quote
| num =
| text = <poem>'Twas never merry world
Since lowly feigning was called compliment.
A woman * * * always feels herself complimented by love, though it may be from a man incapable of winning her heart, or perhaps even her esteem.
Current among men,
Like coin, the tinsel clink of compliment.</coin>
| author = Tennyson
| work = The Princess. Pt. II. L. 40.
| topic = Compliments
| page = 128
}}
CONCEIT
{{Hoyt quote
| num = 13
| text = I've never any pity for conceited people, because I think they carry their comfort about with them.
| author = George Eliot
| work = The Mill on the Floss.
| place = Bk. V. Ch. IV.
| topic = Conceit
| page = 128
}}
{{Hoyt quote
| num = 14
| text = <poem>For what are they all in their high conceit,
When man in the bush with God may meet?
The world knows only two, that's Rome and I.
Ben Jonson—Sejanus. Act V. Sc. 1. </poem>
In men this blunder still you find,
All think their little set mankind.
Hannah More—Florio. Pt. I.
Seest thou a man wise in his own conceit?
There is more hope of a fool than of him.
Proverbs. XXVI. 12.
Wiser in his own conceit than seven men that
can render a reason.
Proverbs. XXVI. 16.
Be not wise in your own conceits.
Romans. XII. 16.
Conceit may puff a man up, but never prop him up.
Ruskin—True and Beautiful. Morals and Religion. Function of the Artist. </poem>
Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works.
Hamlet. Act in. Sc. 4. L. 114.
I am not in the roll of common men.
Henry IV. Pt. I. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 43.
Conceit, more rich in matter than in words,
Brags of his substance, not of ornament:
They are but beggars that can count their worth.
Whoe'er imagines prudence all his own,
Or deems that he hath powers to speak and judge
Such as none other hath, when they are known,
They are found shallow.
Sophocles—Antigone. 707.
Faith, that's as well said as if I had said it myself.
Swift—Polite Conversation. Dialogue II. </poem>
CONFESSION
Nor do we find him forward to be sounded
But, with a crafty madness, keeps aloof,
When we would bring him on to some confession
Of his true state.
Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 7.
Confess yourself to heaven;
Repent what's past; avoid what is to come.
