The sailor, naked from the shipwreck, seeks out a
comrade stricken by the same blow to whom he may bewail his fate. The farmer who has
lost his crops and the whole year's fruits in the hail, weeps his sad lot on a bosom
wounded like his own. Death draws the unhappy together; bereaved parents utter their
groans with one voice, and the moment makes them equal. We too will strike the stars
with words in unison; the saying is that prayers travel more strongly when united.