Better one thorn pluck'd out than all remain.
As riches grow, care follows, and a thirst For more and more.
The human race afraid of nothing, rushes on through every crime.
One night awaits all, and death's path must be trodden once and for all.
Glory drags all men along, low as well as high, bound captive at the wheels of her glittering car.
Each day that fate adds to your life, put down as so much gain.