 Some are rich, while others are poor, some are masters, while others are servants, some learned, while others are simple, and some are blessed by happiness and good fortune, while others are struck down by misfortune and calamity, yet all face death with equal certainty, and though death itself is a certainty, its time and manner of arrival are profoundly uncertain. Oh my God, I mean it's stuff that we know, but you translate it beautifully, how much you will then long for another year of life and health, or even another day, or another hour in which to atone and amend yourself.