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Calamity is man's true touch-stone.
— Misfortune
Calamity is man's true touch-stone.
He went like one that hath been stunn'd, He rose the morrow morn.
I was a stricken deer that left the herdLong since.
Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen,With not a friend to close his eyes.
A man may be reputed an able man this year, and yet be a beggar the next; it is a misfortune that happens to many men, and his former reputation will signify nothing.
There is something very amusing in the misfortunes of others.
Misfortunes cannot suffice to make a fool into an intelligent man.
The worst is notSo long as we can say "This is the worst."
O, give me thy hand,One writ with me in sour misfortune's book.
Such a house broke!And go along with him.
Misfortune had conquered her, how true it is, that sooner or later the most rebellious must bow beneath the same yoke.
None think the great unhappy, but the great.
It is the nature of mortals to kick a fallen man.
Most of our misfortunes are more supportable than the comments of our friends upon them.
But strong of limbDo afterwards redress.
Take her up tenderly, Young and so fair!
One more unfortunate Gone to her death.
Let us be of good cheer, however, remembering that the misfortunes hardest to bear are those which never come.
Rocks whereon greatest men have oftest wreck'd.
I never knew any man in my life, who could not bear another's misfortunes perfectly like a Christian.
As if Misfortune made the Throne her Seat,And none could be unhappy but the Great.
From good to bad, and from bad to worse,And then return to his former fall.
I shall not let a sorrow die Until each one becomes my brother.
So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn For evermore!
