How poor are they, that have not patience!
What wound did ever heal, but by degrees?
SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act ii., Sc. 3.
Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubim.
SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act iv., Sc. 2.
Patience is more oft the exercise
Of saints, the trial of their fortitude,
Making them each his own deliverer,
And victor over all
That tyranny or fortune can inflict.
MILTON: _Samson Agonistes,_ Line 1287.
Patience is a plant
That grows not in all gardens.
LONGFELLOW: _Michael Angelo,_ Pt. ii., 4.
There are times when patience proves at fault.
ROBERT BROWNING: _Paracelsus,_ Sc. 3.