Birds and beasts can cure themselves by nature, naturae usu ea plerumque cognoscunt quae homines vix longo labore et doctrina assequuntur, but "men must use much labour and industry to find it out."

When Eteoneus, that noble young Greek, was so generally lamented by his friends, Pindarus the poet feigns some god saying, Silete homines, non enim miser est, &c. be quiet good folks, this young man is not so miserable as you think; he is neither gone to Styx nor Acheron, sed gloriosus et senii expers heros, he lives for ever in the Elysian fields.