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You have stirred in my memory the wound on my heart. What greater sorrow can a man have than the loss  of his faithful wife? Would I had never married and lived with her in this house! I envy the unmarried and childless among mortals. For they have but a single soul, and to feel its pains is a moderate burden.  But diseases of children and wives snatched by death from their marriage-bed are unendurable to see when one can live unwed and childless all one's days.