From the heart of this fountain of delights wells up some bitter taste to choke them even amid the flowers.
From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers.
So it is more useful to watch a man in times of peril, and in adversity to discern what kind of man he is; for then at last words of truth are drawn from the depths of his heart, and the mask is torn off, reality remains.