He who has begun has half done. Dare to be wise -begin!
Pale death with an impartial foot knocks at the hovels of the poor and the palaces of king.
Alas! the fleeting years, how they roll on!
The ear of the bridled horse is in the mouth.
Naked I seek the camp of those who desire nothing.
Fate with impartial hand turns out the doom of high and low; her capacious urn is constantly shaking the names of all mankind.