I think it makes small difference to the dead, if they are buried in the tokens of luxury. All that is an empty glorification left for those who live.
A wretched child Is he who does not return his parents' care.
That glittering hope is immemorial and beckons many men to their undoing.
The variety of all things forms a pleasure.
Time will cure you, but now is your grief still young.
To the worker, God himself lends aid.