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 No evil men can steal the treasure; Tis death, death only, sets a measure.

"Ah, what is this fate that smites me ceaselessly? First came the loss of property; then humiliations from my own people, the result of poverty; because of gloom thereat, exile; and now fate prepares for me the loss of a friend. As the proverb says:

And again:

Ah, there is only too much wisdom in this:

"Ah, me! Ah, me! The loss of my friend is death to me. What care I even for my own people? As the saying goes: