To Learn Is To Be Young, However

It Is Easy When We Are In Prosperity To Give Advice To The Afflicted.

Still To The Sufferer Comes, As Due From God, A Glory That To Suffering Owes Its Birth.

O Death The Healer, Scorn Thou Not, I Pray, To Come To Me: Of Cureless Ills Thou Art The One Physician. Pain Lays Not Its Touch Upon A Corpse.

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.

For Wherein Is Life Sweet To Him Who Suffers Grief?