Brevi finietur.
Venit mors velociter
Rapit nos atrociter
Nemini parcetur.
Our life is brief Soon it will end.
Death comes quickly
Snatches us cruelly
To nobody shall it be spared.
—De Brevitate Vitae (Gaudeamus igitur)
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has withered from the lake, And no birds sing. O what can ail th...
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