Solitudo

Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone; For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own. Sing, and the hills will answer; Sigh, it is lost on the air; The echoes bound to a joyful sound, But shrink from voicing care. Rejoice, and men will seek you; Grieve, and they turn and go; They want full measure of all your pleasure, But they do not need your woe. Be glad, and your friends are many; Be sad, and you lose them all,— There are none to decline your nectared wine, But alone you must drink life’s gall. Feast, and your halls are crowded; Fast, and the world goes by. Succeed and give, and it helps you live, But no man can help you die. There is room in the halls of pleasure For a large and lordly train, But one by one we must all file on Through the narrow aisles of pain.

si rides, rident omnes: flens unicus ibis. gaudia Terra cupit: tristia plena tenet. quod canis, en colles reboant, sed in aere marcet quod gemis; ars resonat, mutus inersque dolor. gratus ovas cunctis, refugit te turba dolentem: ad gaudenda ruunt: commiseranda negant. stant hilari plures, tristi perduntur amici; Massica das cunctis, fel modo solus habes. turba dapes celebrat, vitant jejunia cuncti; da felix, vives; fratris egenus obis. aede voluptatis stat turba superba; doloris omnibus angustas sors dabit ire vias.