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All Deaths Are Hateful To Miserable Mortals, But The Most Pitiable Death Of All Is To Starve.

[b]ut It Is Only What Happens, When They Die, To All Mortals. The Sinews No Longer Hold The Flesh And The Bones Together, And Once The Spirit Has Let The White Bones, All The Rest Of The Body Is Made Subject To The Fire's Strong Fury, But The Soul Flitters Out Like A Dream And Flies Away.

Never To Be Cast Away Are The Gifts Of The Gods, Magnificent, Which They Give Of Their Own Will, No Man Could Have Them For Wanting Them.

Is He Not Sacred, Even To The Gods, The Wandering Man Who Comes In Weariness?

And Now I'm Using Sarcasm, To Confess The Whole Thing So Later I Could Say I Already Told You.