Wherefore I praised the dead which are already dead more than the living which are yet alive;
So I hated life; because the work that is wrought under the sun was grievous unto me: for all is vanity and a striving after wind.
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.