621.

Smile, with patient, hopeful heart, in troublous hour;

Meet and so vanquish grief; nothing hath equal power.

622.

Though sorrow, like a flood, comes rolling on,

When wise man's mind regards it, —it is gone!

623.

Who griefs confront with meek, ungrieving heart,

From them griefs, put to grief, depart.

624.

Like bullock struggle on through each obstructed way;

From such an one will troubles, troubled, roll away.

625.

When griefs press on, but fail to crush the patient heart

Then griefs defeated, put to grief, depart.

628.

He seeks not joy, to sorrow man is born.

Mid sorrows, sorrow cannot touch his soul.

630.

Who pain as pleasure takes, he shall acquire

The bliss to which his foes in vain aspire.