Insignificant mortals, who are as leaves are, and now flourish and grow warm with life, and feed on what the ground gives, but then again fade away and are dead.

And what he greatly thought, he nobly dared.

The persuasion of a friend is a strong thing.

True friends appear less moved than counterfeit.

Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.

Here, therefore, huge and mighty warrior though you be, here shall you die.

Nothing shall I, while sane, compare with a friend.