Too few rejoice at a friend's good fortune.
For not many men, the proverb saith, can love a friend whom fortune prospereth unenvying.
Don't you know this, that words are doctors to a diseased temperment?
Beyond age, leaf withered, man goes three footed no stronger than a child is, a dream that falters in daylight.
Death is easier than a wretched life; and better never to have born than to live and fare badly.
There is advantage in the wisdom won from pain.