The Ape, Vilest Of Beasts,

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.]

The Ape, Vilest Of Beasts, How Like To Us.

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

How Can Life Be Worth Living, If Devoid Of The Calm Trust Reposed By Friend In Friend? What Sweeter Joy Than In The Kindred Soul, Whose Converse Differs Not From Self-communion?

To Open His Lips Is Crime In A Plain Citizen.