Here's how to handle this: when you kiss your child, your brother, or your friend, don't let your emotions run wild. Don't let your pleasure go wherever it wants. Hold it back. Control it like those servants who stand behind generals during victory parades and whisper "Remember, you are mortal." You need to remind yourself the same way. The person you love is mortal. What you love is not really yours. It's been given to you for now — not permanently, and not forever. It's like a fig or grapes given to you in their proper season. If you want figs in winter, you're being foolish. So if you want your son or friend when they're no longer available to you, know that you're asking for figs in winter. Winter is to a fig what every natural event is to the things that get taken away according to nature's plan.
So in this matter also: if you kiss your own child, or your brother or friend, never give full license to the appearance ([Greek: phantasian]), and allow not your pleasure to go as far as it chooses; but check it, and curb it as those who stand behind men in their triumphs and remind them that they are mortal. Do you also remind yourself in like manner, that he whom you love is mortal, and that what you love is nothing of your own; it has been given to you for the present, not that it should not be taken from you, nor has it been given to you for all time, but as a fig is given to you or a bunch of grapes at the appointed season of the year. But if you wish for these things in winter, you are a fool. So if you wish for your son or friend when it is not allowed to you, you must know that you are wishing for a fig in winter. For such as winter is to a fig, such is every event which happens from the universe to the things which are taken away according to its nature.