![The short bloom of our brief and narrow life flies fast away. While we are calling for flowers and wine and women, old age is upon us.
[Lat., Festinat enim decurrere velox
Flosculus angustae miseraeque brevissima vitae
Portico; dum bibimus dum sera unguenta puellas
Poscimus obrepit non intellecta senectus.]](/assets/img/quote-photos/the-short-bloom-of-our-brief-and-narrow-life-flies-fast-away-while-we-are-callin.jpg)
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