|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|To be resignd when ills betide,|
Patient when favours are denied,
And pleased with favours given;
Dear Chloe, this is wisdoms part,
This is that incense of the heart
Whose fragrance smells to heaven.
Nathaniel CottonThe Fireside. St. 11.
|Give what thou canst, without thee we are poor;|
And with thee rich, take what thou wilt away.
CowperThe Task. Bk. V. Last lines.
| Dare to look up to God and say, Deal with me in the future as Thou wilt; I am of the same mind as Thou art; I am Thine; I refuse nothing that pleases Thee; lead me where Thou wilt; clothe me in any dress Thou choosest.|
EpictetusDiscourses. Bk. II. Ch. XVI.
|Bends to the grave with unperceived decay,|
While resignation gently slopes the way
And, all his prospects brightening to the last,
His heaven commences ere the world be past.
GoldsmithDeserted Village. L. 110.
|To will what God doth will, that is the only science|
That gives us any rest.
MalherbeConsolation. St. 7. Longfellows trans.
| Thats best|
Which God sends. Twas His will: it is mine.
Owen Meredith (Lord Lytton)Lucile. Pt. II. Canto VI. St. 29.
|The pious farmer, who neer misses prayrs,|
With patience suffers unexpected rain;
He blesses Heavn for what its bounty spares,
And sees, resignd, a crop of blighted grain.
But, spite of sermons, farmers would blaspheme,
If a star fell to set their thatch on flame.
Lady Mary Wortley MontaguePoem. Written Oct., 1736.
|Placato possum non miser esse deo.|
If God be appeased, I can not be wretched.
OvidTristium. III. 40.
| Unum est levamentum malorum pati et necessitatibus suis obsequi.|
One alleviation in misfortune is to endure and submit to necessity.
SenecaDe Ira. III. 16.
|Placeat homini quidquid deo placuit.|
Let that please man which has pleased God.
SenecaEpistolæ Ad Lucilium. LXXIV.
|Thus ready for the way of life or death,|
I wait the sharpest blow.
Pericles. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 54.
|It seemd so hard at first, mother, to leave the blessed sun,|
And now it seems as hard to stayand yet His will be done!
But still I think it cant be long before I find release;
And that good man, the clergyman, has told me words of peace.
TennysonThe May-Queen. Conclusion. St. 3.