Thoughts are mightier than strength of hand.
Time, which sees all things, has found you out.
Fate has terrible power. You cannot escape it by wealth or war. No fort will keep it out, no ships outrun it.
Sleep, ignorant of pain, sleep, ignorant of grief, may you come to us blowing softly, kindly, kindly come king.
Even the bold will fly when they see Death drawing in close enough to end their life.
For God hates utterly the bray of bragging tongues.