First you don't want me to get the pony, then you want me to take it back. Make up your mind!

Unextinguished laughter shakes the skies.

Thou knowst the oer-eager vehemence of youth,How quick in temper, and in judgement weak.

Persuasive speech, and more persuasive sighs, Silence that spoke and eloquence of eyes.

The sun rose on the flawless brimming sea into a sky all brazen-all one brightening for gods immortal and for mortal men on plowlands kind with grain.

Modesty is of no use to a beggar.

Come, Friend, you too must die. Why moan about it so? Even Patroclus died, a far, far better man than you. And look, you see how handsome and powerful I am? The son of a great man, the mother who gave me life-- A deathless goddess. But even for me, I tell you, Death and the strong force of fate are waiting. There will come a dawn or sunset or high noon When a man will take my life in battle too-- flinging a spear perhaps Or whipping a deadly arrow off his bow.