Fate with impartial hand turns out the doom of high and low; her capacious urn is constantly shaking the names of all mankind.
Glory drags all men along, low as well as high, bound captive at the wheels of her glittering car.
Nor has he lived in vain, who from his cradle to his grave has passed his life in seclusion.
One night awaits all, and death's path must be trodden once and for all.
There are as many preferences as there are men.
Let your character be kept up the very end, just as it began, and so be consistent.