Here is he laid to whom for daring deed, nor friend nor foe could render worthy meed.
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.
To open his lips is crime in a plain citizen.
A true friend is tested in adversity.
I never indulge in rhyme or stanza Unless I'm in bed with the influenza.
The idle mind knows not what it wants.