We got a little rule back home: If it's brown, drink it down. If it's black, send it back.
Better to live or die, once and for all, than die by inches.
Come then, put away your sword in its sheath, and let us two go up into my bed so that, lying together in the bed of love, we may then have faith and trust in each other.
But listen to me first and swear an oath to use all your eloquence and strength to look after me and protect me.
It is not right to exult over slain men.
Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.