Not to hope for things to last forever, is what the year teaches and even the hour which snatches a nice day away.
A crafty knave needs no broker.
Death's dark way Must needs be trodden once, however we pause.
What prevents a man's speaking good sense with a smile on his face?
No man ever properly calculates from time to time what it is his duty to avoid.
One night awaits all, and death's path must be trodden once and for all.