Time, place, and action may with pains be wrought, but genius must be >>
Fortune befriends the bold. >>
War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honor but an empty bubble. >>
These have not the hope to die. >>
What is here is also there; what is there, is also here. Who sees mult >>
We begin to die as soon as we are born, and the end is linked to the b >>
To die is landing on some distant shore.