Whoever gets up and comes to grips with Love like a boxer is a fool.
A day lays low and lifts up again all human things.
Every wind is fare when we are flying from misfortune.
It is God's giving if we laugh or weep.
Best of children, sisters arm-in-arm, we must bear what the gods give us to bear-- don't fire up your hearts with so much grief. No reason to blame the pass you've come to now.
You would rouse to anger a heart of stone.