Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool’s gold mouthpiece the hollow horn
Plays wasted words, proves to warn
That he not busy being born is busy dying
It’s Alright, Ma (I’m Only Bleeding)
In fact, from the moment a man begins to exist in this body which is destined to die, he is involved all the time in a process whose end is death. For this is the end to which the life of continual change is all the time directed, if indeed we can give the name of life to this passage towards death. There is no one, it goes without saying, who is not nearer to death this year than he was last year…
City of God – Book XIII, Chapter 10: The Life of Mortals: Should it be Called Death?
Here’s a link to Bob Dylan doing his song, I Dreamed I saw Saint Augustine.