It is God's giving if we laugh or weep.
Show me the man who keeps his house in hand, He's fit for public authority.
To revive sorrow is cruel.
Even the stout of heart shrink when they see the approach of death.
Love, you mock us for your sport.
Why should man fear since chance is all in all for him, and he can clearly foreknow nothing? Best to live lightly, as one can, unthinkingly.