Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.
John DrydenRead
…So when the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour, The trumpet shall be heard on high, The dead shall live, the living die, And Music shall untune the sky
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote reflects on the inevitability of death and the transient nature of life, suggesting a divine judgment and an eternal existence beyond death.
John Dryden's quote explores the themes of mortality, the impermanence of life, and the promise of an afterlife where music symbolizes the divine order being restored. It speaks to the ultimate fate of all beings when confronted with death, emphasizing that life as we know it is temporary, yet hints at a resurrection or continuation of existence beyond this life, where even the very fabric of reality, represented by the sky, will experience a transformation.
Themes
DeathLifeMusicEternityResurrection
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be shared during a memorial service to reflect on the themes of life and death.
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