For if I make you sorry: who is it that should make me glad, but the same which is made sorry by me?

If the ministration of death through the letters figured in stones was glorious, so that the children of Israel could not behold the face of Moses for the glory of countenance - which glory nevertheless is done away -

so that we could not but desire Titus to accomplish the same benevolence among you also, even as he had begun.

Would to God, ye could suffer me a little in my foolishness: yea, and I pray you forbear me.

in labour and travail, in watching often, in hunger, in thirst, in fastings often, in cold and in nakedness.

We are glad when we are weak, and ye strong. This also we wish for, even that ye were perfect.