It is not possible to fight beyond your strength, even if you strive.

A hunter of shadows, himself a shade.

…but there they lay, sprawled across the field, craved far more by the vultures than by wives.

For love deceives the best of woman kind.

And they die an equal death — the idler and the man of mighty deeds.

The man who acts the least, upbraids the most.

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.