Death's pale flag advanced in his cheeks.

Go thou, deceased, to this earth which is a mother, and spacious and kind. May her touch be soft like that of wool, or a young woman, and may she protect thee from the depths of destruction. Rise above him, O Earth, do not press painfully on him, give him good things, give him consolation, as a mother covers her child with her cloth, cover thou him.

Mors sceptra ligonibus aequat. (Death levels sceptre and the law.)

Death is a black camel, which kneels at the gates of all.

In the day, do the day's work.

The tongue of a man is his sword and effective speech is stronger than all fighting.