I hold to my first choice.
Th.O child of man,
Though child of mine, wouldst thou know wisdom’s way,
Learn it of me. If I had said to thee
Thou being a mortal shouldst love death and darkness;
For in the brief date of thy heedless term
’Tis vain to strive with evil: and since the end
Cometh the same, and at the latest cometh
So soon, that there’s no difference to be told
’Twixt early and late, ’tis wisdom to despair: