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| "No sorga, snotor guma! Selre bið æghwæm | ||
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Grieve not, wise sir. It is always better
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| þæt he his freond wrece, þonne he fela murne. | ||
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to avenge dear ones than to indulge in mourning.
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| Ure æghwylc sceal ende gebidan | ||
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For every one of us, living in this world
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| worolde lifes; wyrce se þe mote | ||
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means waiting for our end. Let whoever can
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| domes ær deaþe; þæt bið driht-guman | ||
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win glory before death. When a warrior is gone
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| unlifgendum æfter selest." | ||
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that will be his best and only bulwark.
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-- Beowulf, ll. 1384 - 1390, trans. Seamus Heaney
