And last of all comes death.

Life is like a chariot-wheel that ever rolls along.

My Passion uncontrolled shall rove, Doubly debauched with Wine and Love.

War spares not the brave, but the cowardly.

Ah, cruel 'tis to love, And cruel not to love, But cruelest of all To love and love in vain.

And last of all comes death.

I both love and do not love; and am mad and not mad.