No day shall erase you from the memory of time
Each person, makes their own terrible passion their God.
Perhaps even these things, one day, will be pleasing to remember.
Maybe one day we shall be glad to remember even these hardships.
There's a snake lurking in the grass.
In youth alone, unhappy mortals live; But, ah! the mighty bliss is fugitive: Discolour'd sickness, anxious labour, come, And age, and death's inexorable doom.