Beowulf

by Beowulf Poet

But God can take Grendel, and use a good man to do it.

I tell you the truth, you true son of Ecglaf, The grim deeds of Grendel would not have gotten this far, That malicious monster, your master distressing, Wrecking havoc in Heorot, if your heart for battle Were as bold as your boasts, that beast would be dead.

Each soul, all souls, every one taking breath Must make our way to the maw of death, All men, sons of middle-earth, must make our solemn way.

Therefore, think ahead always, thoughtful preparation is best, Forethought and foresight forestall worry of mind.