There is satiety in all things, in sleep, and love...

There is satiety in all things, in sleep, and love-making, in the loveliness of singing and the innocent dance.

Here, therefore, huge and mighty warrior though you be, here shall you die.

O Friends, be men, and let your hearts be strong And let no warrior in the heat of fight, Do what may bring him shame in others' eyes

once it slips through a man's clenched teeth.

And twins ev'n from the birth are Misery and Man!

Men grow tired of sleep, love, singing and dancing sooner than of war.

There is satiety in all ...