PROP. XLVII. Joy arising from the fact, that anything we hate is destroyed, or suffers other injury, is never unaccompanied by a certain pain in us.
Gorroto dugun gauza bat suntsitua dela, edo beste gaitz batek hunkitua dela, irudikatzetik sortzen den Poztasuna, ez da izpirituaren Tristura zerbait gabe sortzen.