Into the city to her, and our Syrus
I sent along with him.
Chrem. What says the son?
Clit. Says? that he’s miserable.
Chrem. Miserable!
Who needs be less so? for what earthly good
Can man possess which he may not enjoy?
Parents, a prosp’rous country, friends, birth, riches.
Yet these all take their value from the mind
Of the possessor: he that knows their use,