The voice said,
Cry.
And he said, What shall I cry?
All flesh is grass, and all its loveliness is as the flower of the field:
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Jerome
AD 420
We are still alive, but part of us has already perished in old age. Even though our soul is the same, nevertheless, we who suffer the loss of the pristine vigor of youth are, in a real sense, other than we were.
