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And sigh that one thing only has been lentTo youth and age in common,—discontent.
— Discontent
And sigh that one thing only has been lentTo youth and age in common,—discontent.
In such a strait the wisest may well be perplexed, and the boldest staggered.
Whoe'er was edified, themselves were not.
How is it Maecenas, that no one lives contented with his lot, whether he has planned it for himself or fate has flung him into it, but yet he praises those who follow different paths?
Past and to come seem best; things present worst.
I see your brows are full of discontent,Your hearts of sorrow and your eyes of tears.
I know a discontented gentleman,Whose humble means match not his haughty mind.
When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyesWith what I most enjoy contented least.
I was born to other things.
Discontent is the first step in the progress of a man or a nation.
Poor in abundance, famish'd at a feast.
The best things beyond their measure cloy.
To sigh, yet feel no pain, Then throw it idly by.
We love in others what we lack ourselves, and would be everything but what we are.
The thirst to know and understand, The things that are more excellent.
And from the discontent of man The world's best progress springs.
