Wherefore I praised the dead which are already dead, more than the living which are yet alive.
Therefore I hated life; because the work that is wrought under the sun is grievous unto me: for all is vanity and vexation of spirit.
A good name is better than precious ointment; and the day of death than the day of one's birth.
Weep ye not for the dead, neither bemoan him; but weep sore for him that goeth away: for he shall return no more, nor see his native country.