A joyful mind maketh age flourishing: a sorrowful spirit drieth up the bones.
A glad heart maketh a cheerful countenance: but by grief of mind the spirit is cast down.
Grief in the heart of a man shall bring him low, but with a good word he shall be made glad.
The spirit of a man upholdeth his infirmity: but a spirit that is easily angered, who can bear?
For the sorrow that is according to God worketh penance, steadfast unto salvation; but the sorrow of the world worketh death.
So that on the contrary, you should rather forgive him and comfort him, lest perhaps such a one be swallowed up with overmuch sorrow.
Well ordered words are as a honeycomb: sweet to the soul, and health to the bones.
Laughter I counted error: and to mirth I said: Why art thou vainly deceived?