To-morrow we embark upon the boundless sea.
Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar.
Bear patiently, my heart, for you have suffered heavier things.
Ill fares the State where many masters rule; let one be lord, one king supreme.
Nay if even in the house of Hades the dead forget their dead, yet will I even there be mindful of my dear comrade.
Why so much grief for me? No man will hurl me down to Death, against my fate. And fate? No one alive has ever escaped it, neither brave man nor coward, I tell you - it’s born with us the day that we are born.