If nothing once, you nothing lose, For when you die you are the same; The space between is but an hour, The frail duration of a flower.
Philip Morin Freneau (1809). “Poems Written and Published During the American Revolutionary War, and Now Republished from the Original Manuscripts: Interspersed with Translations from the Ancients, and Other Pieces Not Heretofore in Print”, p.148
