Judgement of beauty can err, what with the wine and the dark.
Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength.
Tis not always in a physician's power to cure the sick; at times the disease is stronger than trained art.
It is some relief to weep; grief is satisfied and carried off by tears.
A pleasing face is no small advantage.
Happy the man who can count his sufferings.