No princely pomp, no wealthy store, No force to win the victory, No wily wit to salve a sore, No shape to feed each gazing eye; To none of these I yield as thrall. For why my mind doth serve for all.Sir Edward Dyer
Patience is sorrow's salve.Charles Churchill The Prophecy of Famine.
Patience is sorrow's salve.Charles Churchill
salve to thy sores, apt words have power to suage The tumours of a troubl'd mind, And are as Balm to fester'd wounds.john milton
salve, magna parens.virgil
salve, magna parens.Hail, mighty parent!