
From Beowulf
"hige sceal the heardra heorte the cenre
mod sceal the mare the ure maegen lytlath
her lith ure ealdoe eall forheawen
god on greote a maeg gnornian
se the nu fram this wigplegan wendan thenceth"
The mind must be the firmer, the heart must be braver, the courage must be the greater, as our strength grows less. Here lies our lord all cut to pieces, the good man on the ground. If anyone thinks now to turn away from this war-play, may he be unhappy for ever after.