And I praise the dead already dead more than the living they yet living.
And I hated life, for evil to me the work done under the sun: for all vanity and striving of the spirit
A good name is above good oil, and the day of death above the day of birth.
Ye shall not weep for the dead, and ye shall not bewail for him: weep ye, weep ye for him going away, for he shall no more turn back and see the land of his nativity.