Weep not, though loss of friends be sore;
They are not dead, but gone before,
Gone by the road that all must tread.
πενθεῖν δὲ μετρίως τοὺς προσήκοντας φίλους·
οὐ γὰρ τεθνᾶσιν, ἀλλὰ τὴν αὐτὴν ὁδόν,
ἣν πᾶσιν ἐλθεῖν ἐστ᾿ ἀναγκαίως ἔχον,
προεληλύθασιν.
οὐ γὰρ τεθνᾶσιν, ἀλλὰ τὴν αὐτὴν ὁδόν,
ἣν πᾶσιν ἐλθεῖν ἐστ᾿ ἀναγκαίως ἔχον,
προεληλύθασιν.
Original text (Ancient Greek)