May flowers grow thick on thy newly-built tomb, not the dry bramble, not the evil weed, but violets and margerain and wet narcissus, Vibius, and around thee may all be roses.
XLIX DIMITTE MORTUOS PAULUS SILENTIARIUS
My name—Why this?—and my country—And to what end this?—and I am of illustrious race—Yea, if thou hadst been of the obscurest?—Having lived nobly I left life—If ignobly?—and I lie here now—Who art thou that sayest this, and to whom?
L MORS IMMORTALIS AUTHOR UNKNOWN
I died, but I await thee; and thou too shalt await some one else: one
Death receives all mortals alike.
LI THE LIGHT OF THE DEAD PLATO
Morning Star that once didst shine among the living, now deceased thou shinest the Evening Star among the dead.