They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead,They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed.I wept as I remember’d how often you and IHad tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky. Read more
Thought:
“Human misery would be intolerable if it were not diluted in time. We have to prevent it from being diluted in order that it should be intolerable.”