The hearts of great men can be changed.
Ah, good ol’ trustworthy beer. My love for you will never die.
For I am yearning to visit the limits of the all-nurturing Earth, and Oceans, from whom the gods are sprung.
Is he not sacred, even to the gods, the wandering man who comes in weariness?
I'll get out of this city alive, even if it kills me!
I should rather labor as another's serf, in the home of a man without fortune, one whose livelihood was meager, than rule over all the departed dead.