Death is a mercy, and I have enough mercy to go around.
Dancing is as old as love.
Realize that true happiness lies within you.
The subject matter is autobiographical, it's all to do with hope and memory and sensuality and involvement, really.
I was still more concerned (a preference which you may be far from resenting) to strike a blow for Epicurus, that great man whose holiness and divinity of nature were not shams, who alone had and imparted true insight into the good, and who brought deliverance to all that consorted with him.
Now that I know what I want, I don't have to hold on to it quite so much.