. "It is always better to be alive,The living can keep a cow:Fire, I saw, warming a wealthy man,With a cold corpse at his door.A son is a blessing, though born lateTo a father no longer alive:Stones would seldom stand by the highwayIf sons did not set them there.He welcomes the night who has enough provisions:Short are the sails of a ship,Dangerous the dark in autumn,The wind may veer within five day" . . .