Amphitryon: For death is on us like necessity.
Our
lives, old friends, are but a little while,
So let them run as sweetly as you can,
And give no thought to grief from day to day.
For time is not concerned to keep our hopes,
But hurries on its business, and is gone.
You see in me a man who once had fame,
Who did great deeds; but fortune in one day
Has snatched it from me as though a feather.
Great wealth, great reputation! I know no man
With whom they stay.
Friends of my youth, farewell.
You look your last on him who loved you well.
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