This flour of wifly patience.
Duke. And what's her history?
Vio. A blank, my lord. She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,
Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought,
And with a green and yellow melancholy
She sat like patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief.
Here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the king's English.
Patience and sorrow strove
Who should express her goodliest.
Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors,
My very noble and approv'd good masters,
That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter,
It is most true; true, I have married her:
The very head and front of my offending
Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech,
And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace:
For since these arms of mine had seven years' pith,
Till now some nine moons wasted, they have used
Their dearest action in the tented field,
And little of this great world can I speak,
More than pertains to feats of broil and battle,
And therefore little shall I grace my cause
In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience,
I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver
Of my whole course of love.
How poor are they that have not patience!
Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin.
'T is all men's office to speak patience
To those that wring under the load of sorrow,
But no man's virtue nor sufficiency
To be so moral when he shall endure
The like himself.
Sir Henry Wotton was a most dear lover and a frequent practiser of the Art of Angling; of which he would say, "'T was an employment for his idle time, which was then not idly spent, a rest to his mind, a cheerer of his spirits, a diverter of sadness, a calmer of unquiet thoughts, a moderator of passions, a procurer of contentedness;" and "that it begat habits of peace and patience in those that professed and practised it."
Arm th' obdur'd breast
With stubborn patience as with triple steel.
For patience, sov'reign o'er transmuted ill.
Patience is a necessary ingredient of genius.
urance is the crowning quality,
And patience all the passion of great hearts.
"Pain is hard to bear," he cried,
"But with patience, day by day,
Even this shall pass away."
Patience is the best remedy for every trouble.
Patience is a remedy for every sorrow.
He that has patience may compass anything.
Patience, and shuffle the cards.
Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small;
Though with patience He stands waiting, with exactness grinds He all.
Patience is counting down without blasting off.
Patience is counting down without blasting off.
Patience is counting down without blasting off.
Good ideas are not adopted automatically. They must be driven into practice with courageous patience.
Genius is eternal patience.
The key to everything is patience. You get the chicken by hatching the egg, not by smashing it.