In this world, man is a target of death, an easy prey to calamities, here every morsel and every draught is liable to choke one, here one never receives a favour until he loses another instead, here every additional day in one's life is a day reduced from the total span of his existence, when death is the natural outcome of life, how can we expect immortality?
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You can be a king or a street sweeper, but everybody dances with the Grim Reaper.
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Death is the liberator of him whom freedom cannot release, the physician of him whom medicine cannot cure, and the read more
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If God hath made this world so fair,
Where sin and death abound,
How beautiful beyond compare
Will paradise be read more
If God hath made this world so fair,
Where sin and death abound,
How beautiful beyond compare
Will paradise be found!.
