What then, also, would become of that brave and generous Epicurean pleasure, which makes account that it nourishes virtue tenderly in her lap, and there makes it play and wanton, giving it for toys to play withal, shame, fevers, poverty, death, and torments?
Zer bilakatuko litzateke horrela atsegin epikuroar bihoztoi eta eskuzabal hori magalean bigunki hazten baitu bertutea, jostakintzat ematen dizkiolarik ahalkea, sugarrak, beharkundea, heriotza eta oinazeak?