Guard against such wickedness and choose, instead, eternal happiness; Push away pride! Your strength, your power, are yours for how many years? Soon you'll return them where they came from, sickness or a sword's edge will end them, or a grasping fire, or the lfight of a spear, or surging waves, or a knife's bite, or the terror of old age, or your eyes darkening over. It will come, death come comes faster than you think, no one can flee it.
Beowulf, lines 1760 to 1768 (Raffel translation)
"I know you've come to kill me. Shoot, coward, you're only going to kill a man."