Times are bad. Children no longer obey their parents, and everyone is writing a book.

For if that last day does not occasion an entire extinction, but a change of abode only, what can be more desirable? And if it, on the other hand, destroys and absolutely puts an end to us, what can be preferable to having a deep sleep fall on us in the midst of the fatigues of life and, being thus overtaken, to sleep to eternity?

The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.

Times are bad. Children no longer obey their parents, and everyone is writing a book.

Men of different tastes have different pursuits.

In ancient times music was the foundation of all the sciences. Education was begun with music with the persuasion that nothing could be expected of a man who was ignorant of music.

So you see, old age is really not so bad. May you come to know the condition!