As every man can see we are all men,
All of us bipeds to create we know,
We know of many things but death, ‘til then;
For what do we will need the knowledge flow?
We will all meet the hoary Charon's boat,
From the sweet Elysium we'll wait for you,
To never hear the ashy songs from your throat,
Because of eyes we'll lack of, our eyes too,
And everything we two delighted in.
Will never fit in the deceased's snug realm,
And all those pleasures even without sin,
Just hazy visions caught in the existence elm;
    So good, you rejoiced while you marched and lived,
    That's why I found your body glad and rived.