Of Men Who Have A Sense Of

For Fate Has Wove The Thread Of Life With Pain, And Twins Ev'n From The Birth Are Misery And Man!

[b]ut It Is Only What Happens, When They Die, To All Mortals. The Sinews No Longer Hold The Flesh And The Bones Together, And Once The Spirit Has Let The White Bones, All The Rest Of The Body Is Made Subject To The Fire's Strong Fury, But The Soul Flitters Out Like A Dream And Flies Away.

Toil Is The Lot Of All, And Bitter Woe The Fate Of Many.

Being Eaten By A Crocodile Is Just Like Going To Sleep...in A Giant Blender.

Better To Live Or Die, Once And For All, Than Die By Inches.