There is advantage in the wisdom won from pain.
A great ox stands on my tongue.
For it would be better to die once and for all than to suffer pain for all one's life.
Time, waxing old, doth all things purify.
The moving light, rejoicing in its strength, Sped from the pyre of pine, and urged its way, In golden glory, like some strange new sun.
High fortune, this in man's eye is god and more than god is this.