Leave the rest to the gods.
Wherein is the use of getting rid of one thorn out of many?
The gods have given you wealth and the means of enjoying it.
Our years Glide silently away. No tears, No loving orisons repair The wrinkled cheek, the whitening hair That drop forgotten to the tomb.
Years, following years, steal something every day; At last they steal us from ourselves away.
Imagine every day to he 5 the last6 of a life surrounded with hopes, cares, anger, and fear. The hours, that come unexpectedly, will be so much the more grateful.