When good men die their goodness does not perish.
Let a man accept his destiny, No pity and no tears.
Song brings of itself a cheerfulness that wakes the heart of joy.
I think it makes small difference to the dead, if they are buried in the tokens of luxury. All that is an empty glorification left for those who live.
Stronger than lover's love is lover's hate. Incurable, in each, the wounds they make.
There is the sky, which is all men's together.