No one can hurry me down to Hades before my time, but if a man's hour is come, be he brave or be he coward, there is no escape for him when he has once been born.
Sleep and Death, who are twin brothers.
Unextinguished laughter shakes the skies.
For never, never, wicked man was wise.
We are quick to flare up, we races of men on the earth.
If not yet lost to all the sense of shame.