Sweet it is, when on the high seas the winds are lashing the waters, to gaze from the land on another's struggles.
From Lucretius
So potent was religion in persuading to evil deeds.
In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers.
And life is given to none freehold, but it is leasehold for all.
Victory puts us on a level with heaven.
From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers.
Thus the sum of things is ever being reviewed, and mortals dependent one upon another. Some nations increase, others diminish, and in a short space the generations of living creatures are changed and like runners pass on the torch of life.
Life is one long struggle in the dark.
Though the dungeon, the scourge, and the executioner be absent, the guilty mind can apply the goad and scorch with blows.
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