|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|Each loss has its compensation|
There is healing for every pain,
But the bird with a broken pinion
Never soars so high again.
Hezekiah ButterworthThe Broken Pinion.
|Cast thy bread upon the waters; for thou shalt find it after many days.|
Ecclesiastes. XI. 1.
|As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form,|
Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm,
Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread,
Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
GoldsmithThe Deserted Village. L. 189.
|Multa ferunt anni venientes commoda secum:|
Multa recedentes adimunt.
The coming years bring many advantages with them: retiring they take away many.
HoraceArs Poetica. CLXXV.
|Tis always morning somewhere in the world.|
Richard Hengest HorneOrion. Bk. III. Canto II.
| Give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness.|
Isaiah. LXI. 3.
|O weary hearts! O slumbering eyes!|
O drooping souls, whose destinies
Are fraught with fear and pain,
Ye shall be loved again.
LongfellowEndymion. St. 7.
|Tis always morning somewhere.|
LongfellowTales of a Wayside Inn. Birds of Killingworth. St. 16.
|Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us,|
The beggar is taxed for a corner to die in,
The priest hath his fee who comes and shrives us,
We bargain for the graves we lie in;
At the devils booth are all things sold,
Each ounce of dross costs its ounce of gold;
For a cap and bells our lives we pay,
Bubbles we buy with a whole souls tasking,
Tis heaven alone that is given away,
Tis only God may be had for the asking,
No price is set on the lavish summer;
June may be had by the poorest comer.
LowellVision of Sir Launfal. Prelude to Pt. I.
|Merciful Father, I will not complain.|
I know that the sunshine shall follow the rain.
Joaquin MillerFor Princess Maud.
|Sæpe creat molles aspera spina rosas.|
The prickly thorn often bears soft roses.
OvidEpistolæ Ex Ponto. II. 2. 34.
|Long pains are light ones,|
Cruel ones are brief!
J. G. SaxeCompensation.
|The burden is equal to the horses strength.|
Talmud. Sota. 13.
|That not a moth with vain desire|
Is shriveld in a fruitless fire,
Or but subserves anothers gain.
TennysonIn Memoriam. LIV.
|Primo avulso non deficit alter aureus.|
One plucked, another fills its room
And burgeons with like precious bloom.
VergilÆneid. VI. 143.
|And light is mingled with the gloom,|
And joy with grief;
Divinest compensations come,
Through thorns of judgment mercies bloom
In sweet relief.
WhittierAnniversary Poem. St. 15.