Book XII, Epigram 34 (Ker)

Thirty summers and four there were which, if I mind me, I spent, Julius," with you. Thereof the sweets were blended with the bitters, but yet were the pleasant things the more; and if all the pebbles were sorted, on this side and on that, into two heaps of diverse colour, the white heap will outnumber that more dark. If you wish to shun some bitternesses and to beware of sorrows that gnaw the heart, to no man make yourself too much a comrade: your joy will be less and less will be your grief.