In miserys darkest cavern known, His useful care was ever nigh; Where hopeless anguish pourd his groan, And lonely want retired to die. Dr. Johnson.On the death of Mr. Robert Levett, (Verse 5.)
Tis misery enough to be reducd To the low level of the common herd, Who, born to beggary, envy all above them. Lillo.Fatal Curiosity, Act I. Scene 2.
Misery doth part The flux of company; anon, a careless herd, Full of the pasture, jumps along by him, And never stays to greet him: Ay, quoth Jaques, Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens; Tis just the fashion: wherefore do you look Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there? Shakespeare.As You Like It, Act II. Scene 1.