His patient soul endures what Heav'n ordains, But neither feels nor fears ideal pains.

Be patient, my soul: thou hath suffered worse than this.

The worst speak something good; if all want sense, God takes a text, and preacheth patience.

To show the world what long experience gains, requires not courage, though it calls for pains; but at life's outset to inform mankind is a bold effort of a valiant mind.

Our farmers round, well pleased with constant gain, Like other farmers, flourish and complain

The ring so worn, as you behold, / So thin, so pale, is yet of gold.