Sweet is a grief well ended.
The reward of pain is experience.
Necessity is stronger far than art.
Death is easier than a wretched life; and better never to have born than to live and fare badly.
So in the Libyan fable it is told That once an eagle, stricken with a dart, Said, when he saw the fashion of the shaft: With our own feathers, not by others' hands, Are we now smitten.
If you pour oil and vinegar into the same vessel, you would call them not friends but opponents.