Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision.
Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.
Where today are the Pequot? Where are the Narragansett, the Mohican, the Pcanet, and other powerful tribes of our people? They have vanished before the avarice and oppression of the white man, as snow before the summer sun.
Live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart.
Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.
Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life.