Thus the joys of God
Thus the joys of God
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Are fervent with life, where life itself fades quickly into the earth. The wealth of the world neither reaches to Heaven nor remains
No man has ever faced the dawn. Certain which of Fate's three threats would fall: illness, age, or an enemy's 70-year-old sword, snatching the life from his soul.
The praise the living pour on the dead. Flowers from reputation: plant
An earthly life of profit reaped
Even from hatred and rancor, of bravery, flung in the devil's face, and death can only bring you earthly praise and a song to celebrate a place with the angels, life eternally blessed in the hosts of Heaven. 75
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So the joys of God are full of life, where life itself quickly disappears into the ground. The riches of the world neither reach Heaven nor stay. No one has ever faced the morning, knowing for sure which of Fate's three dangers would happen: sickness, old age, or an enemy's old sword, taking life from his soul. The praise the living give to the dead is like flowers from reputation: they grow. A worldly life of profit gained even from hate and bitterness, of courage thrown in the devil's face, and death can only give you earthly praise and a song to honor a place with the angels, life forever blessed in the company of Heaven.