Be generous beyond the past, and still,
Although they be, hope, covet, as at first;
So wide-mouthed faith; so unquenchable thirst!
Never does it occur to you to glance
At Fortune’s caprices, the whims of Chance,
To reflect that, if added, years will not,
Whatever the number, affect one jot
The accounts between life and death.
No strife
Can be, infinite Death with finite Life.