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.

He Whose Wisdom Cannot Help Him, Gets No Good From Being Wise.

They Hate Whom They Fear.

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

Don't Ask Of Your Friends What You Yourself Can Do.