Maxioms by Ausone De Chancel
We come and we cry, and that is life; we yawn and we depart, and
that is death!
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We come and we cry, and that is life; we yawn and we depart, and
that is death!
[Fr., On entre, on crie,
Et c'est la vie!
On baille, on sort,
Et c'est la mort!]
As a mortal, thou must nourish each of two forebodings--that
tomorrow's sunlight will be the last that thou shalt read more
As a mortal, thou must nourish each of two forebodings--that
tomorrow's sunlight will be the last that thou shalt see; and
that for fifty years wilt live out thy life in ample wealth.
