Like volume two, repetitive, debatable, and digested with a grain of salt. This passage from Seneca though:
“Disce gaudere, learn how to feel joy,” says Seneca to Lucilius: “I do not wish you ever to be deprived of gladness. I would have it born in your house; and it is born there, if only it is inside of you… for it will never fail you when once you have found its source.”
Or this Pseudo-Lucian pledge:
“To unite my bones with his and not to keep even our dumb ashes apart.”