Aug 23, 2020
In the tranquility of a garden, a fountain sings
My Soul, my Soul, all disturbed by sorrows inconsolable, Bear up, hold out, meet front-on the many foes that rush on you Now from this side and now that, enduring all such strife up close, Never wavering; and should you win, don't openly exult, Nor, defeated, throw yourself lamenting in a heap at home, But delight in things that are delightful and, in hard times, grieve Not too much – appreciate the rhythm that controls men's lives.
Archilochus (c. 680–645 BCE) , fragment 128
(French version : HERE)
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