I feel again a spark of that ancient flame.
There should be no strife with the vanquished or the dead.
Harsh necessity, and the newness of my kingdom, force me to do such things and to guard my frontiers everywhere.
Live on in your blessings, your destiny's been won. But ours calls us on from one ordeal to the next.
Through pain I've learned to comfort suffering men
The Britons are quite separated from all the world.