Think not when autumn comes To pluck the fruits of love. - Honorat de Bueil, seigneur de Racan

Tircis, il faut penser à faire la retraite;
La course de nos jours est plus qu’à demi faite;
L’âge insensiblement nous conduit à la mort; ...
Il est temps de jouir des délices du port.

Death prepares one gen'ral fate
For the lowly and the great,
Humble cot and palace tall. Equal laws the Sisters make, Kings' and peasants' threads they take,
And one weapon cuts them all.

What worth is life, when I am fortune's butt?
'Tis better, better far its course to stay,
And die once only, than die every day.