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Meditations · Marcus Aurelius

XXXIV. As he that is bitten by a mad dog, is afraid of everything

almost that he seeth: so unto him, whom the dogmata have

once bitten, or in whom true knowledge hath made an impression,

everything almost that he sees or reads be it never so short

or ordinary, doth afford a good memento; to put him out

of all grief and fear, as that of the poet, 'The winds blow

upon the trees, and their leaves fall upon the ground.

Then do the trees begin to bud again, and by the spring-time

they put forth new branches. So is the generation of men;

some come into the world, and others go out of it.'

Of these leaves then thy children are. And they also that

applaud thee so gravely, or, that applaud thy speeches,

with that their usual acclamation, axiopistwz, O wisely

spoken I and speak well of thee, as on the other side,

they that stick not to curse thee, they that privately and

secretly dispraise and deride thee, they also are but leaves.

And they also that shall follow, in whose memories the names of men

famous after death, is preserved, they are but leaves neither.

For even so is it of all these worldly things.

Their spring comes, and they are put forth. Then blows the wind,

and they go down. And then in lieu of them grow others out

of the wood or common matter of all things, like unto them.

But, to endure but for a while, is common unto all.

Why then shouldest thou so earnestly either seek after these things,

or fly from them, as though they should endure for ever?

Yet a little while, and thine eyes will be closed up,

and for him that carries thee to thy grave shall another mourn

within a while after.