...our felicities, and the smartest strokes of affliction leave but short smart upon us. Sense endureth no extremities, and sorrows destroy us or themselves....and forgetful of evils past, is a merciful provision in nature, whereby we digest the mixture of our few and evil days ; and our delivered senses not relapsing...

...our felicities, and the smartest strokes of affliction leave but short smart upon us. Sense endureth no extremities, and sorrows destroy us or themselves....and forgetful of evils past, is a merciful provision in nature, whereby we digest the mixture of our few and evil days, and our delivered senses not relapsing...

...our felicities, and the smartest strokes of affliction leave but short smart upon us. Sense endureth no extremities, and sorrows destroy us or themselves....or fall like snow upon us, which notwithstanding is nounhappy stupidity. To be ignorant of evils to come, and forgetful of evils past, is a merciful provision...

...and the smartest strokes of affliction have but short smart upon us. Sense endureth no extremi ties, and sorrows destroy us, or themselves. To weep into stones are fables." Is not the masterly pen of Sir Thomas Browne visible in these words? I could never think on melancholy...

...and the smartest strokes of affliction have but short smart upon us. Sense endureth no extremi ties, and sorrows destroy us, or themselves. To weep into stones are fables." Is not the masterly pen of Sir Thomas Browne visible in these words? I could never think on melancholy...

...our felicities, and the smartest strokes of affliction leave but short smart upon us. Sense endureth no extremities, and sorrows destroy us or themselves....and forgetful of evils past, is a merciful provision in nature, whereby we digest the mixture of our few and evil days ; and our delivered senses not relapsing...

...our felicities, and the smartest strokes of affliction leave but short smart upon us. Sense endureth no extremities, and sorrows destroy us or themselves..^...and forgetful of evils past, is a merciful provision in nature, whereby we digest the mixture of our few and evil days, and our delivered senses not relapsing...

...our felicities, and the smartest strokes of affliction leave but short smart upon us. Sense endureth no extremities, and sorrows destroy us, or themselves....To weep into stones are fables. Afflictions induce calosities, miseries are slippery, or fall like snow upon us, which notwithstanding is no stupidity....

...our felicities, and the smartest strokes of affliction leave but short smart upon us. Sense endureth no extremities, and sorrows destroy us, or themselves. To weep into stones are fafbles. Afflictions induce calosities, miseries are slippery, or fall like snow upon us, which notwithstanding...

...our felicities, and the smartest strokes of affliction leave but short smart upon us. Sense endureth no extremities, and sorrows destroy us or -themselves. To weep into stones are fables. Afflictioni induce callosities, miseries are slippery, or fall like snow upon us, which notwithstanding...