Men met each other with erected look, The steps were higher that they took; Friends to congratulate their friends made haste, And long inveterate foes saluted as they pass'd.
Riches cannot rescue from the grave, which claims alike the monarch and the slave.
Nothing to build, and all things to destroy.
He wants worth who dares not praise a foe.
Dead men tell no tales.
Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.