EPISTLE IV: On the terrors of death
…It is the superfluous things for which men sweat,–the superfluous things that wear our togas threadbare, that force us to grow old in camp, that dash us upon foreign shores. That which is enough is ready to our hands. He who has made a fair compact with poverty is rich. Farewell.
Seneca Epistles 1-65, Translation by Richard Gummere. Loeb Classical Library.
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