Ah, good ol’ trustworthy beer. My love for you will never die.

…but there they lay, sprawled across the field, craved far more by the vultures than by wives.

Nor can one word be chang'd but for a worse.

It is entirely seemly for a young man killed in battle to lie mangled by the bronze spear. In his death all things appear fair.

A companion's words of persuasion are effective.

But listen to me first and swear an oath to use all your eloquence and strength to look after me and protect me.

We are quick to flare up, we races of men on the earth.