Suffering is but another name for the teaching of experience, which is the parent of instruction and the schoolmaster of life.
But he whose inborn worth his acts commend, Of gentle soul, to human race a friend.
And woe succeeds woe.
The rest were vulgar deaths unknown to fame.
...if fifty bands of men surrounded us/ and every sword sang for your blood,/ you could make off still with their cows and sheep.
How delicate her feet who shuns the ground, Stepping a-tiptoe on the heads of men.