The muse does not allow the praise-de-serving here to die: she enthrones him in the heavens.
The short span of life forbids us to take on far-reaching hopes.
What it is forbidden to be put right becomes lighter by acceptance.
The human race afraid of nothing, rushes on through every crime.
Welcome will arrived, the hour that was not hoped for.
A portion of mankind take pride in their vices and pursue their purpose; many more waver between doing what is right and complying with what is wrong.