Have patience, and endure
Patience is sottish, and impatience does become a dog that's mad.
A very little thief of occasion will rob you of a great deal of patience.
O gentle son, / Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper, sprinkle cool patience.
No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.
How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
A high hope for a low heaven: God grant us patience!
Tis 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
'Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know not of.
That which in mean men we entitle patience is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.
Who can be patient in extremes?
He that will have a cake out of the wheat must tarry the grinding.
Like Patience gazing on kings' graves, and smiling Extremity out of act.
Had it pleas'd heaven To try me with affliction * * * I should have found in some place of my soul A drop of patience.
I do oppose My patience to his fury, and am arm'd To suffer, with a quietness of spirit, The very tyranny and rage of his.
Sufferance is the badge of all our tribe.
Though patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod.