Who knoweth if to die be but to live, and that called life by mortals be but death?
Let a man accept his destiny, No pity and no tears.
Those whose cause is just will never lack good arguments.
Ten thousand men possess ten thousand hopes.
When good men die their goodness does not perish, But lives though they are gone. As for the bad, All that was theirs dies and is buried with them.
This is sweet to see your foe, perish and pay to justice all he owes.