All Souls
These funeral pomps, this incense of Arabian perfumes, these vivid torches, reminders are of these our fugitive days for us to weep the sins we have committed.
You, who amidst idleness and loves taste the impious and deceitful flatteries of the world, and lie drowsily among delights, you love shadows, you embrace air, you follow horrors!
Look, he that once, laden with amorous spoils, had scarlet in his cheeks, gold in his hair, now finds himself a dry and hideous skull.
I see that in the end haughty kings and the vile populace make but a little dust beneath your foot, for they are crushed and beaten by a common fate.
You, who amidst idleness and loves taste the impious and deceitful flatteries of the world, and lie drowsily among delights, you love shadows, you embrace air, you follow horrors!
Look, he that once, laden with amorous spoils, had scarlet in his cheeks, gold in his hair, now finds himself a dry and hideous skull.
I see that in the end haughty kings and the vile populace make but a little dust beneath your foot, for they are crushed and beaten by a common fate.
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