Long exercised in woes.
The outcome of the war is in our hands; the outcome of words is in the council.
Nay if even in the house of Hades the dead forget their dead, yet will I even there be mindful of my dear comrade.
Clanless, lawless, homeless is he who is in love with civil war, that brutal ferocious thing.
For never, never, wicked man was wise.
Like the generations of leaves, the lives of mortal men. Now the wind scatters the old leaves across the earth, now the living timber bursts with the new buds and spring comes round again. And so with men: as one generation comes to life, another dies away.