Bana ölüm gibidir yitmesinden korkarak
Hiçbir şey yapamayıp varlığına ağlamak.
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This thought is as a death, which cannot choose
But weep to have that which it fears to lose.
'Young men's minds are for ever floating high in the air,
but when an old man takes a hand he looks to the future and the past,
and so the matter may be best concluded for both sides.'