Pain, scorned by yonder gout-ridden wretch, endured by yonder dyspeptic in the midst of his dainties, borne bravely by the girl in travail. Slight thou art, if I can bear thee, short thou art if I cannot bear thee!
Seneca the YoungerAnger, though concealed, is betrayed by the countenance. ?That anger is not warrantable which hath seen two suns.
Seneca the YoungerYou cannot, I repeat, successfully acquire it and preserve your modesty at the same time.
Seneca the Younger