Efemeridade da vida

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When we compare the present life of man on earth
with that time of which we have no knowledge,
it seems to me like
the swift flight of a single sparrow through
a banqueting hall on a winter's day.

After a few moments of comfort,
he vanishes from sight into the
wintry world from which he came.
Even so, man appears on earth
for a little while;
but of what went before this
life or what will follow,
we know nothing.

In these last days
I have been thinking a great
deal about loss.

What loss is to man the most irrecoverable?

- His virtue.
- No. For by his actions,
he may redeem his virtue.

- Then his honor.
- No. For again, he may find
the means to recover it,
even as a man recovers some
fortune he has lost.

- Then I cannot say,
Your Majesty.

Of all losses,
time is the most irrecuperable,
for it can never be redeemed.

From The Tudors' finale.