He who has two languages has two souls.
Let no one pay me honor with tears, nor celebrate my funeral rites with weeping.
I never indulge in rhyme or stanza Unless I'm in bed with the influenza.
O friend unseen, unborn, unknown, Student of our sweet English tongue, I never indulge in poetics - Unless I am down with rheumatics.
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.
A sure friend is known in unsure circumstances.