Busy old fool, unruly Sun, why dost thou thus through windows and thro >>
When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but transl >>
Take me to you, imprison me, for I, except you enthrall me, never shal >>
The afflicted are not listened to. They are like someone whose tongue >>
It is the lot of man to suffer. >>
It is good for me that I was afflicted that I may learn Thy statutes. >>
Affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath enough of it.