“Ne sorga, snotor guma! sēlre bið ǣghwǣm,
þæt hē his frēond wrece, þonne hē fela murne;
ūre ǣghwylc sceal ende gebīdan
worolde līfes; wyrce sē þe mōte
dōmes ǣr dēaðe! þæt bið driht‐guman
unlifgendum æfter sēlest.”
(“Wise sir, do not grieve. It is always better to avenge dear ones than to indulge in mourning. For every one of us, living in this world means waiting for our end. Let whoever can win glory before death. When a warrior is gone, that will be his best and only bulwark.”)
An extract from Beowulf’s speech to Hrothgar.