For it would be better to die once and for all than to suffer pain for all one's life.

The man who does ill must suffer ill.

In visions of the night, like dropping rain,
Descend the many memories of pain

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.

There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.

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.