For not many men, the proverb saith, can love a friend whom fortune prospereth unenvying.
Time in his aging overtakes all things alike.
The tongue of slander is too prompt with wanton malice to wound the stranger.
But I will place this carefully fed pig Within the crackling oven; and, I pray, What nicer dish can e'er be given to man.
Those who would learn must suffer. In our own despair, against our will, wisdom comes to us.
His resolve is not to seem the bravest, but to be.