Each man has his appointed day: short and irreparable in the brief life of all, but to extend our fame by our deeds, this is the work of mankind.
Hope on, and save yourself for prosperous times.
Passion and shame torment him, and rage is mingled with his grief.
Perhaps one day this too will be pleasant to remember.
You have endured worse things; God will grant an end even to these.
His sickness increases from the remedies applied to cure it.
I too must attempt a way by which I can raise myself above the ground, and soar triumphant through the lips of men.
