The high strength of men knows no content with limitation.
Pain lays not its touch upon a corpse.
Obedience, you know, is Good Luck's mother, wedded to Salvation, they say.
Time brings all things to pass.
Against necessity, against its strength, no one can fight and win.
Human prosperity never rests but always craves more, till blown up with pride it totters and falls. From the opulent mansions pointed at by all passers-by none warns it away, none cries, 'Let no more riches enter!'.