But I cannot stomach thy daintiness when thou complainest with such violence of grief and anxiety because thy happiness falls short of completeness.

Why, who enjoys such settled felicity as not to have some quarrel with the circumstances of his lot?
A troublous matter are the conditions of human bliss; either they are never realized in full, or never stay permanently.

One has abundant riches, but is shamed by his ignoble birth.

Another is conspicuous for his nobility, but through the embarrassments of poverty would prefer to be obscure.

A third, richly endowed with both, laments the loneliness of an unwedded life.