Fare you well, old house! you're naught that can feel or see, But you seem like a human bein'-a dear old friend to me; And we never will have a better home, if my opinion stands, Until we commence a-keepin' house in the house not made with hands. Will Carleton
I call the beginning of death the whole course of life, beginning with our birth, from which point we commence to die, and each moment of every day brings us nearer to our end. Stefano Guazzo