Diving Deep Into The History of The Tetrapharmakon / Tetrapharmakos

Blue Öyster Cult speaks for me.

Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain
We can be like they are...

Here's a quick paraphrase that literally just came to mind (apologies for the first draft nature, suggested revisions or edits welcomed):

Gods aren't scary.

Death won't bite.

Feeling good is easy.

Feeling bad is finite.

Here is a poetic rendition I did for myself sometime back:

No fear of gods, ghosts or fates;
nor death’s bare naught that awaits.

Simple pleasures come easy to gain;
a happy soul serves, travails to wane.

The last line is intended to reflect Epicurus' own tapping into memories and his friends whilst in great physical pain. But I still think that line might be improved upon (whilst retaining the rhyme ). Suggestions welcome.

{The transitive usage of "wane" is, I think, archaic.}