We all must suffer, if we aught would know;
Life is a teacher stern, and wisdom’s crown
Is oft a crown of thorns, whence, trickling down,
Blood, mix’d with tears, blinding our eyes doth flow;
But Time, a gentle nurse, shall wipe away
This bloody sweat—”
Here are three lines which deserve to pass into a proverb:
“Be noble! and the nobleness that lies
In other men, sleeping but never dead
Will rise in majesty to meet thine own;”