When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.
Griefs assured are felt before they come.
Few know the use of life before 'tis past.
All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
What passion cannot music raise and quell!
Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son.