“Nam
miserum est patria amissa, laribusque vagari
Mendicum,
et timida voce rogare cibos:
Omnibus
invisus, quocunque accesserit exul
Semper
erit, semper spretus egensque jacet,” &c.
“A
miserable thing ’tis so to wander,
And
like a beggar for to whine at door,
Contemn’d
of all the world, an exile is,
Hated,
rejected, needy still and poor.”
Polynices in his conference with Jocasta in [2385]Euripides, reckons up five miseries of a banished man, the least of which alone were enough to deject some pusillanimous creatures. Oftentimes a too great feeling of our own infirmities or imperfections of body or mind, will shrivel us up; as if we be long sick:
“O
beata sanitas, te praesente, amaenum
Ver
florit gratiis, absque te nemo beatus:”
O blessed health! “thou art above all gold and treasure,” Ecclus. xxx. 15, the poor man’s riches, the rich man’s bliss, without thee there can be no happiness: or visited with some loathsome disease, offensive to others, or troublesome to ourselves; as a stinking breath, deformity of our limbs, crookedness, loss of an eye, leg, hand, paleness, leanness, redness, baldness, loss or want of hair, &c., hic ubi fluere caepit, diros ictus cordi infert, saith [2386]Synesius, he himself troubled not a little ob comae defectum, the loss of hair alone, strikes a cruel stroke to the heart. Acco, an old woman, seeing by chance her face in a true glass (for she used false flattering glasses belike at other times, as most gentlewomen