Over the field rang his clear voice calling: ‘Death! Ride, ride to ruin and the world’s ending!

It may be the part of a friend to rebuke a friend's folly.

All that is gold does not glitter; not all those that wander are lost.

So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their ending!

All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.

All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost.