But I reflect - what does it matter?
On the brain of scholar, sot and swine;
(on his replete and arid mine)
with equal zest the worm doth dine.
We are born unequal, we die equal.
.... (but don't let the modern human rights activists or modern culture and government in on that fact)
We are all returned, the question is, in which order?
(Demetrius quoted by Seneca) The utterances of the unenlightened are as noises emanating from the belly. It does not mater whether they come from above or lower.
Life we receive is not short but we make it so. We are not ill provided but use what we have wastefully.