Nature, more of a stepmother than a mother in several ways, has sown a seed of evil in the hearts of mortals. Especially in the more thoughtful men, which makes them dissatisfied with their own lot and envious of another's.
In Praise of Folly (1511)
Nature, more of a stepmother than a mother in several ways, has sown a seed of evil in the hearts of mortals. Especially in the more thoughtful men, which makes them dissatisfied with their own lot and envious of another's.
In Praise of Folly (1511)