The subject matter is autobiographical, it's all to do with hope and memory and sensuality and involvement, really.
The happy think a lifetime short, but to the unhappy one night can be an eternity.
Poverty persuades a man to do and suffer everything that he may escape from it.
It is not lawful or proper for you to know everything.
Be grateful. By slaying you now, I spare you an eternity of torment.
Wise is the person at either end. Who can in due measure spare as well as spend.