Virtue is like precious odours,most fragrant when they are incensed or crushed.1
ATTRIBUTION:
Of Adversity.
Note 1. As aromatic plants bestow No spicy fragrance while they grow; But crushed or trodden to the ground, Diffuse their balmy sweets around. Oliver Goldsmith: The Captivity, act i.
The good are better made by ill, As odours crushed are sweeter still. Samuel Rogers: Jacqueline, stanza 3. [back]