What if this abundance were not so easily yours? Now, like a madman,
you are standing in the middle of a river asking for water. And
you’re not even pale yet. You haven’t really felt the fire. This
is but the first spark of the suffering to come. Then you’d rather
face Armenian tigers and know the bondage of hell’s wheel than to
feel so often the boy’s bow in your marrow and be powerless to deny
your angry girl a single thing. Propertius, 1.9 (Katz)
