The laments of those grieving to no purpose he compares to the sounds of birds (O. xvi. 218):—
Where Younglings the country folk have taken from the nest
ere yet they are fledged.
The Stoics who place virtue in apathy follow the passages in which he takes up every feeling, saying about grief (I. xix. 218):—
Behoves us bury out of sight our dead,
Steeling our heart and weeping but a day.
And (I. xvi. 7):—
Why weep over Patroclus as a girl?
About anger (I. xviii. 107):—
May strife perish from gods and men.
About fear (I. v. 252):—
Do not speak of fear, if thou thinkest to persuade me.