How fortunate beyond all others is the man who, in order to adjust himself to fate, is not required to cast away his whole preceding life! Goethe.
How full of briers is this working-day world! 20 As You Like It, i. 3.
How glorious a character appears when it is penetrated with mind and soul. Goethe.
How good is man's life, the mere living! how fit to employ / All the heart, and the soul, and the senses for ever in joy! Browning.
How happy could I be with either, / Were t'other dear charmer away! Gay.
How happy is he born or taught / That serveth not another's will; / Whose armour is his honest thought, / And simple truth his utmost skill. Sir Henry Wotton.
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot! / 25 The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Pope.
How happy is the prince who has counsellors near him who can guard him against the effects of his own angry passions; their names shall be read in golden letters when the history of his reign is perused. Scott.
How happy should we be ... / If we from self could rest, / And feel at heart that One above, / In perfect wisdom, perfect love, / Is working for the best! Anstice.
How hard it is (for the Byron, for the Burns), whose ear is quick for celestial messages, to "take no counsel with flesh and blood," and instead of living and writing for the day that passes over them, live and write for the eternity that rests and abides over them! Carlyle.