“The good die first, and they whose hearts are dry as summer dust, burn to the socket.”
~William Wordsworth from The Excursion
King Richard III was interred with dignity at Leicester Cathedral after spending the last few hundred years or so under a parking lot. Well, you know how it is – you live your life fast as a power grabber and you end up dead at 32. His death at The War of the Roses marked the end of the Middle Ages, so in a way we can thank him for helping along the Renaissance. Like Shakespeare wrote in Richard III, “So wise so young, they say, do never live long.” That might be true, and now I have Billy Joel stuck in my head.
How many days will you live? Well, start with this one. This one you have.
Come now, you who say, “Today or tomorrow we will go to such and such a city, and spend a year there and engage in business and make a profit.” Yet you do not know what your life will be like tomorrow. You are just a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away. Instead, you ought to say, “If the Lord wills, we will live and also do this or that.”