O king, anger is a kind of bitter, sharp, acrid, and scalding drink, painful in its effects: it is a kind of headache not born of any physical illness, and those who lack wisdom can never digest it. You, O king, swallow it down and find peace. Those tormented by illness take no pleasure in enjoyments and desire no happiness from wealth. But the sick, overcome with sorrow, do not know what happiness is or what the enjoyment of wealth is. Having seen Draupadi lost at dice, I told you before, O king, these words: 'The honest shun deceit at play. Therefore restrain Duryodhana!' Yet you did not act as I told you. Strength that stands opposed to gentleness is no true strength. Strength blended with gentleness, on the other hand, constitutes true statecraft, which should always be practiced. Prosperity that rests on wickedness alone is doomed to ruin. But prosperity that rests on both strength and gentleness passes intact to one's sons and grandsons.