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MISCHIEF.—To mourn a mischief that is past and gone,
Is the next way to draw new mischief on.

Shakespeare.—Othello, Act I. Scene 3.

MISER.—At length some pity warm’d the master’s breast,
(’Twas then his threshold first received a guest,)
Slow creaking turns the door with jealous care,
And half he welcomes in the shivering pair.

Parnell.—The Hermit, Line 97.

MISERY.—Misery makes sport to mock itself.

Shakespeare.—King Richard II. Act II. Scene 1.

In misery’s darkest cavern known,
His useful care was ever nigh;
Where hopeless anguish pour’d his groan,
And lonely want retired to die.

Dr. Johnson.—On the death of Mr. Robert Levett, Verse 5.

Misery still delights to trace
Its semblance in another’s case.

Cowper.—The Castaway, Verse 10.

’Tis misery enough to be reduc’d
To the low level of the common herd,
Who, born to beggary, envy all above them.

Lillo.—Fatal Curiosity, Act I. Scene 2.

Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.

Shakespeare.—The Tempest, Act. II. Scene 2.

When a few words will rescue misery out of her distress, I hate the man who can be a churl of them.

Sterne.—Sentimental Journey, Calais, Line 22.

Misery doth part
The flux of company; anon, a careless herd,
Full of the pasture, jumps along by him,
And never stays to greet him; “Ay,” quoth Jaques,
“Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens;
’Tis just the fashion: wherefore do you look
Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there?”

Shakespeare.—As You Like it, Act II. Scene 1.

MISFORTUNE.—Ill fortune seldom comes alone.

Dryden.—Cymon and Iphigenia.

One woe doth tread upon another’s heel,
So fast they follow.

Shakespeare.—Hamlet, Act IV. Scene 7.

MISFORTUNE.—When one is past, another care we have,
Thus woe succeeds a woe; as wave a wave.

Herrick.—Hesp. Aphorisms, No. 287.

One sorrow never comes but brings an heir,
That may succeed as his inheritor.

Shakespeare.—Pericles, Act I. Scene 4.

When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions.