It is sweet to mingle tears with tears; Griefs, where they wound in solitude, Wound more deeply.
Seneca the YoungerWe are always complaining that our days are few, and acting as though there would be no end to them.
Seneca the YoungerIt is sweet to mingle tears with tears; Griefs, where they wound in solitude, Wound more deeply.
Seneca the YoungerWe are always complaining that our days are few, and acting as though there would be no end to them.
Seneca the Younger