O Death the Healer, scorn thou not, I pray, To come to me: of cureless ills thou art The one physician. Pain lays not its touch Upon a corpse.

Honor modesty more than your life.

Mourn for me rather as living than as dead.

There is no disgrace in an enemy suffering ill at an enemy's hand, when you hate mutually.

Time in his aging overtakes all things alike.

Nothing forces us to know What we do not want to know Except pain

There's only few people who have strength to honor someone's achievement without envy.