The greatest weariness comes from work not done.
It is a sign of contraction of the mind when it is content or of weariness. A spirited mind never stops within itself it is always aspiring and going beyond its strength.
Thus so wretched is man that he would weary even without any cause for weariness... and so frivolous is he that though full of a thousand reasons for weariness the least thing such as playing billiards or hitting a ball is sufficient enough to amuse him.
Exercise is labor without weariness.
Seeing that a Pilot steers the ship in which we sail who will never allow us to perish even in the midst of shipwrecks there is no reason why our minds should be overwhelmed with fear and overcome with weariness.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds it dies of weariness of witherings of tarnishings.
Let's face it - think of Africa and the first images that come to mind are of war poverty famine and flies. How many of us really know anything at all about the truly great ancient African civilizations which in their day were just as splendid and glorious as any on the face of the earth?