Sleep, thou patron of mankind, Great physician of the mind Who does nor pain nor sorrow know, Sweetest balm of every woe.
But whoever gives birth to useless children, what would you say of him except that he has bred sorrows for himself, and furnishes laughter for his enemies.
Don't you know that silence supports the accuser's charge?
Whatever God has brought about Is to be borne with courage.
There is a point beyond which even justice becomes unjust.
Not to be born is, past all prizing, best.