Fair or foul the lot apportioned life on earth, we bear alike.
Therefore I summon age / To grant youth's heritage.
Time'swheelsrunsbackor stops: Potterand clayendure.
Generations pass while some tree stands, and old families last not three oaks.
For I say this is death and the sole death,- When a man's loss comes to him from his gain, Darkness from light, from knowledge ignorance, And lack of love from love made manifest.
But what if I fail of my purpose here? It is but to keep the nerves at strain, to dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall, and baffled, get up and begin again.