Cease to lament for that thou canst not help; and study help for that which thou lamentest

Shall not be long but I'll be here again:Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upwardTo what they were before.

Thou canst not say I did it: never shakeThy gory locks at me.

Blow, blow, thou winter wind, thou art not so unkind as man's ingratitude.

Direct not him whose way himself will choose: 'Tis breath thou lackest and that; breath wilt thou lose

'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, But to support him after