Wisdom comes through suffering. Trouble, with its memories of pain, Drips in our hearts as we try to sleep, So men against their will Learn to practice moderation. Favours come to us from gods.
Call no man happy till he is dead.
Excessive fear is always powerless.
He who goes unenvied shall not be admired.
There is no sickness worse for me than words that to be kind must lie.
He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.
