To be resign'd when ills betide,
Patient when favours are deni'd,
And pleas'd with favours given, —
Dear Chloe, this is wisdom's part;
This is that incense of the heart
Whose fragrance smells to heaven.
Virtue could see to do what Virtue would By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were in the flat sea sunk. And Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude, Where with her best nurse contemplation She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffl'd, and sometimes impair'd. He that has light within his own clear breast May sit i'the centre, and enjoy bright day, But he that hides a dark soul, and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the midday sun; Himself is his own dungeon.john milton
Before us lay a painful road, And guidance have I sought in duteous love From Wisdom's heavenly Father. Hence hath flowed Patience, with trust that, whatsoe'er the way Each takes in this high matter, all may move Cheered with the prospect of a brighter day.william wordsworth
From the Divine, Eternal Spirit springsOrder and Rule and Rectitude of Things,Thro' outward Nature, His Apparent Throne,Visibly seen, intelligibly known, —Proofs of a Boundless Pow'r, a Wisdom's Aid,By Goodness us'd, Eternal and Unmade.john byrom
Ah! fraudful malice! how shall Wisdom's care Escape the poison of thy gilded snare!william julius mickle
Experience, next, to thee I owe, Best guide; not following thee, I had remain'd In ignorance; thou open'st Wisdom's way, And giv'st access, though secret she retire.john milton
To be resign'd when ills betide, Patient when favours are deni'd, And pleas'd with favours given, Dear Chloe, this is Wisdom's part; This is that incense of the heart Whose fragrance smells to heaven.