Don't Mess With The Dead,

't Is Fortune Gives Us Birth, But Jove Alone Endues The Soul With Worth.

Too Dear I Prized A Fair Enchanting Face: Beauty Unchaste Is Beauty In Disgrace.

There Is A Time For Many Words, And There Is Also A Time For Sleep.

[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.

And Woe Succeeds Woe.