A True Friend Is Tested In Adversity.

The Idle Mind Knows Not What It Wants.

They Hate Whom They Fear.

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.

Here Is He Laid To Whom For Daring Deed, Nor Friend Nor Foe Could Render Worthy Meed.

Let No One Honour Me With Tears, Or Bury Me With Lamentation. Why? Because I Fly Hither And Thither, Living In The Mouths Of Me. [lat., Nemo Me Lacrymis Decoret, Nec Funera Fletu. Faxit Cur? Volito Vivu' Per Ora Virum.]