Vanity of Human Wishes. Line 345.
For patience, sov'reign o'er transmuted ill.
Vanity of Human Wishes. Line 362.
Of all the griefs that harass the distrest,
Sure the most bitter is a scornful jest.[366:1]
London. Line 166.
This mournful truth is ev'rywhere confess'd,—
Slow rises worth by poverty depress'd.[366:2]
London. Line 176.
Studious to please, yet not ashamed to fail.