How We Weep and Laugh at the Same Thing by Michel de Montaigne
Omnem crede diem tibi diluxisse supremum
Grata superviet, quae non sperabitur hora.
(Believe that each day wad the last to shine on you. If it comes, any unexpected hour will be welcome indeed.)
Jam furiet, nec post unquam revocare licebit
(The present will soon be the past, never to be recalled)
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