And overpowered by memory Both men gave way to grief. Priam wept freely For man - killing Hector, throbbing, crouching Before Achilles' feet as Achilles wept himself, Now for his father, now for Patroclus once again And their sobbing rose and fell throughout the house.
No man or woman born, coward or brave, can shun his destiny.
I don't know how much longer I can complain.
The hearts of the great can be changed.
Ill fares the State where many masters rule; let one be lord, one king supreme.
And they die an equal death — the idler and the man of mighty deeds.