He hath freedom whoso beareth a clean and constant heart within.
Here is he laid to whom for daring deed, nor friend nor foe could render worthy meed.
The idle mind knows not what it wants.
He who has two languages has two souls.
How can life be worth living, if devoid Of the calm trust reposed by friend in friend? What sweeter joy than in the kindred soul, Whose converse differs not from self-communion?
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.