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The good are better made by ill. 
As odors crushed are sweeter still. 
Sweet are the uses of adversity. 
Adversity’s sweet milk, philosophy. 
, ADIEU.* 
The time is swiftly passing by 
When we must bid adieu; 
We know not when we meet again, 
So, these lines I leave with you. 
— Anon. 
— Shakespeare. 
— Shakespeare. 
— Anonymous. 
We part; 
But this shall be a token thou hast been 
A friend to him who pluck’d these lovely flowers. 
And sent them as a tribute to a friend, 
And a remembrance of the few kind hours 
Which lightened on the darkness of my youth. 
— Percival. 
AFFLICTION. 
Let us be patient! These severe afflictions 
Not from the ground arise,, 
But oftentimes celestial benedictions 
Assume this dark disguise. 
— H. W. Longfellow. 
Beauty. 
There’s beauty all around our paths, 
If but our watchful eyes 
Can trace it midst familiar things 
And through their lowly guise. 
— Anon. 
'See, also, page 163. 
