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Compensation: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations

I called the New World into existence to redress the balance of the Old.— GEORGE CANNING — The King's

Message. Dec. 12, 1826. Honors come by diligence; riches spring from economy.— JOHN FRANCIS DAVIS — Chinese Moral

Maxims. What we gave, we have: What we spent, we had: What we left, we lost. Epitaph of Edward, Earl of Devon. 'Tis toil's reward, that sweetens industry, As love inspires with strength the enraptur'd thrush.— EBENEZER ELLIOT — Corn Law Rhymes. No. 7.

As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.— GOLDSMITH — The Deserted Village. L. 189.

'Tis always morning somewhere in the world.— RICHARD HENGEST HORNE — Orion. Bk. III. Canto II.

O weary hearts! O slumbering eyes! O drooping souls, whose destinies Are fraught with fear and pain, Ye shall be loved again.— LONGFELLOW — Endymion. St. 7.

'Tis always morn somewhere.— LONGFELLOW — Tales of a Wayside Inn. Birds of Killingworth. St. 16.

Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us, The beggar is taxed for a corner to die in, The priest hath his fee who comes and shrives us, We bargain for the graves we lie in; At the devil's booth are all things sold, Each ounce of dross costs its ounce of gold; For a cap and bells our lives we pay, Bubbles we buy with a whole soul's tasking, 'Tis heaven alone that is given away, 'Tis only God may be had for the asking, No price is set on the lavish summer; June may be had by the poorest comer.— LOWELL — The Vision of Sir Launfal. Prelude to Pt. I.

Merciful Father, I will not complain. I know that the sunshine shall follow the rain— JOAQUIN MILLER — For Princess Maud.

What though the field be lost? All is not lost; th' unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield.— MILTON — Paradise Lost. Bk. I. L. 105.

Long pains are light ones, Cruel ones are brief!— J. G. SAXE — Compensation.

That not a moth with vain desire Is shrivel'd in a fruitless fire, Or but subserves another's gain. C.— TENNYSON — In Memoriam. Pt. LIV.

And light is mingled with the gloom, And joy with grief; Divinest compensations come, Through thorns of judgment mercies bloom In sweet relief.— WHITTIER — Anniversary Poem. St. 15.

Multa ferunt anni venientes commoda secum: Multa recedentes adimunt. The coming years bring many advantages with them: retiring they take away many.— HORACE — Ars Poetica.