Go thou, deceased, to this earth which is a mother, and spacious
and kind. May her touch be soft like that of wool, or a young
woman, and may she protect thee from the depths of destruction.
Rise above him, O Earth, do not press painfully on him, give him
good things, give him consolation, as a mother covers her child
with her cloth, cover thou him.
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Don't strew me with roses after I'm dead. When Death claims the light of my brow No flowers of life will cheer me: instead You may give me my roses now!
One day your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure its worth watching.
One day your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure its worth watching.
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Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people.
Most people would rather die than think: many do.
Most people would rather die than think: many do.
Death is more universal than life; everyone dies but not everyone lives.
Death is more universal than life; everyone dies but not everyone lives.
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
The white sail of his soul has rounded
The promontory--death.
The white sail of his soul has rounded
The promontory--death.
