Let no one weep for me, or celebrate my funeral with mourning; for I still live, as I pass to and fro through the mouths of men.

He whose wisdom cannot help him, gets no good from being wise.

No one regards what is before his feet; we all gaze at the stars.

They hate whom they fear.

He hath freedom whoso beareth clean and constant heart within.

Here is he laid to whom for daring deed, nor friend nor foe could render worthy meed.