Ah, good ol’ trustworthy beer. My love for you will never die.
To-morrow we embark upon the boundless sea.
Even were sleep is concerned, too much is a bad thing.
A decent boldness ever meets with friends.
Yea, and if some god shall wreck me in the wine-dark deep, even so I will endure… For already have I suffered full much, and much have I toiled in perils of waves and war. Let this be added to the tale of those.
Never to be cast away are the gifts of the gods, magnificent, which they give of their own will, no man could have them for wanting them.