“When remedies are past, the griefs are endedBy seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended.To mourn a mischief that is past and goneIs the next way to draw new mischief on.What cannot be preserved when fortune takes,Patience her injury a mockery makes.The robb'd that smiles steals something for the thief;He robs himself that spends a bootless grief.”
“What cannot be preserved when fortune takesPatience her injury a mock'ry makes.The robbed that smiles steals something from the thief.He robs himself that spends a bootless grief.”
“The robb'd that smiles, steals something from the thief; He robs himself that spends a bootless grief.”
“To mourn a mischief that is past and gone Is the next way to draw new mischief on.”
“what cannot be saved when fate takes, patience her injury a mockery makes”
“the arrows of fortune ….. derive their force from the velocity with which they are discharged; for, when they approach you by slow and perceptible degrees, they have but very little power to do you mischief.”