My patience to his fury, and am arm’d To suffer, with a quietness of spirit, the very tyranny and rage of his.
My soul, sit thou a patient looker-on; judge not the play before the play is done; her plot has many changes, everyday speaks a new scene, the last act crowns the play.
With strength and patience all his grievous loads are borne. And from the world’s rose-bed he only asks a thorn.
So now in patience I possess My soul year after tedious year, Content to take the lowest place The place assigned me here.
Have patience as one who fears no failure, courts no success. Fix thy Soul’s gaze upon the star whose ray thou art, the flaming star that shines within the lightless depths of ever-being, the boundless fields of the Unknown.
Beware the fury of a patient man.
Adopt the pace of nature, her secret is patience.
There is no great achievement that is not the result of patient working and waiting.
Wise to resolve, and patient to perform.
Just as too much charity is the handiwork of a fool, so too much patience is the hallmark of a coward.