"Prima, qux vitam dedit, hora carpsit." ["The first hour that gave us life took away also an hour." --Seneca, Her. Fur., 3 Chor. 874.] "Nascentes morimur, finisque ab origine pendet." ["As we are born we die, and the end commences with the beginning." --Manilius, Ast., iv. 16.] "All the whole time you live, you purloin from life and live at the expense of life itself. The perpetual work of your life is but to lay the foundation of death. You are in death, whilst you are in life, because you still are after death, when you are no more alive; or, if you had rather have it so, you are dead after life, but dying all the while you live; and death handles the dying much more rudely than the dead, and more sensibly and essentially. If you have made your profit of life, you have had enough of it; go your way satisfied. "Cur non ut plenus vita; conviva recedis?" ["Why not depart from life as a sated guest from a feast? "Lucretius, iii. 951.] "If you have not known how to make the best use of it, if it was unprofitable to you, what need you care to lose it, to what end would you desire longer to keep it? "'Cur amplius addere quaeris, Rursum quod pereat male, et ingratum occidat omne?' ["Why seek to add longer life, merely to renew ill-spent time, and be again tormented?"--Lucretius, iii. 914.] "Life in itself is neither good nor evil; it is the scene of good or evil as you make it.' And, if you have lived a day, you have seen all: one day is equal and like to all other days. There is no other light, no other shade; this very sun, this moon, these very stars, this very order and disposition of things, is the same your ancestors enjoyed, and that shall also entertain your posterity: "'Non alium videre patres, aliumve nepotes Aspicient.' ["Your grandsires saw no other thing; nor will your posterity." --Manilius, i. 529.] "And, come the worst that can come, the distribution and variety of all the acts of my comedy are performed in a year. If you have observed the revolution of my four seasons, they comprehend the infancy, the youth, the virility, and the old age of the world: the year has played his part, and knows no other art but to begin again; it will always be the same thing: "'Versamur ibidem, atque insumus usque.' ["We are turning in the same circle, ever therein confined." --Lucretius, iii. 1093.] "'Atque in se sua per vestigia volvitur annus.' ["The year is ever turning around in the same footsteps." --Virgil, Georg., ii. 402.] "I am not prepared to create for you any new recreations: "'Nam tibi prxterea quod machiner, inveniamque Quod placeat, nihil est; eadem sunt omnia semper.'