Is there no help from life save only death?
“Life that such myriad sorrows harboureth
I dare not break, I cannot bear”—one saith.
“Sweet are stars, sun, and moon, and sea, and earth,
For service and for beauty these had birth,
But all the rest of life is little worth—
“Yea, all the rest is pain and grief” saith he
“For if it hap some good thing come to me
An evil end befalls it speedily!”[7]
PHILODEMUS