Forgiveness, Repentance, Pardon.

Let us no more contend, nor blame
Each other, blam'd enough elsewhere, but strive
In offices of love, how we may lighten

Each other's burden, in our share of woe.

Milton: Paradise Lost.

Great souls forgive not injuries till time
Has put their enemies into their power,
That they may show forgiveness in their own.

Dryden.

Young men soon give, and soon forget affronts:
Old age is slow in both.

Addison: Cato.

Good nature and good sense must ever join;
To err is human, to forgive divine.

Pope: Essay on Criticism.

They who forgive most shall be most forgiven.

Bailey: Festus.

Pardon, not Wrath, is God's best attribute.

Bayard Taylor: Temptation of Hassan Ben Khaled.

I bow before the noble mind

That freely some great wrong forgives;

Yet nobler is the one forgiven,

Who bears that burden well, and lives.

Fortune; see Happiness and Fate.

Adelaide A. Prooter.

There is a tide in the affairs of men,

Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;

Omitted, all the voyage of their life

Is bound in shallows and in miseries;

And we must take the current when it serves,

Or lose our ventures.

Shakespeare: Julius Cæsar.

Fortune is merry,

And in this mood will give us anything.

Shakespeare: Julius Cæsar.

Bless'd are those

Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled, That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger,

To sound what stop she please.

Shakespeare: Hamlet.

When Fortune means to men most good, She looks upon them with a threat'ning eye.

Shakespeare: King John.

Who thinks that Fortune cannot change her mind,
Prepares a dreadful jest for all mankind.

Alas! the joys that fortune brings

Are trifling, and decay,

And those who prize the trifling things,

More trifling still than they.

Pope.

Goldsmith: Edwin and Angelina.

All our advantages are those of Fortune;
Birth, wealth, health, beauty, are her accidents;
And when we cry out against Fate, 'twere well

We should remember Fortune can take nought
Save what she gave.

Freedom; see Liberty.

Byron: Two Foscari.

Hereditary bondsmen! know ye not,

Who would be free, themselves must strike the blow?

And lo! the fullness of the time has come,
And over all the exile's Western home,
From sea to sea the flowers of freedom bloom!

Whittier: Pennsylvania Pilgrim.

Then Freedom sternly said: "I shun
No strife nor pang beneath the sun,

When human rights are staked and won."

Whittier: The Watchers.

The nations lift their right hands up, and swear

Their oath of freedom.

Whittier: Garibaldi.

Oh, Freedom! thou art not, as poets dream,
A fair young girl, with light and delicate limbs,

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And wavy tresses gushing from the cap

With which the Roman master crowned his slave
When he took off the gyves. A bearded man,
Armed to the teeth, art thou; one mailed hand
Grasps the broad shield, and one the sword; thy
brow,

Glorious in beauty though it be, is scarred

With tokens of old wars.

Bryant: Antiquity of Freedom.

Stone walls do not a prison make,

Nor iron bars a cage;

Minds innocent and quiet take

That for an hermitage;

If I have freedom in my love

And in my soul am free,

Angels alone, that soar above,

Enjoy such liberty.

Richard Lovelace: To Althea from Prison.

Friendship, Fellowship, Companionship; see Love and
Brotherhood.

I count myself in nothing else so happy,
As in a soul rememb'ring my good friends.

Shakespeare: Richard II.

A friend should bear his friend's infirmities.

Shakespeare: Julius Cæsar.

In companions

That do converse and waste the time together,
Whose souls do bear an equal yoke of love,
There must needs be a like proportion
Of lineaments, of manners, and of spirit.

Shakespeare: Merchant of Venice.

The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel. Shakespeare: Hamlet.

For who not needs shall never lack a friend;
And who in want a hollow friend doth try,
Directly seasons him his enemy.

True happiness

Shakespeare: Hamlet.

Consists not in the multitude of friends,
But in the worth and choice.

Ben Jonson: Cynthia's Revels.

A generous friendship no cold medium knows,
Burns with one love, with one resentment glows;
One should our interests and our passions be,
My friend must hate the man that injures me.

Pope: Iliad.

Great souls by instinct to each other turn,
Demand alliance, and in friendship burn.

Addison: Campaign.

Friends I have made, whom envy must commend,
But not one foe whom I would wish a friend.

Churchill: Conference.

Like friends once parted

Grown single-hearted.

Shelley: Arethusa.

God never loved me in so sweet a way before:

'Tis He alone who can such blessings send;