Seneca. Epigrams.

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All that we see around us, devour insatiable time;

All overthrows in the dust; limit being brief.

Dry streams become shallow sea, from bregov retreating

Collapse cliffs fall steepness of the mountain ranges.

What I say about small? Beautiful canopy of the sky,

Flushing suddenly burn your same heavenly fire.

All devoured by death; after death - the law, rather than punishment.

Dates will come - and this world will perish forever.