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.

If you don't like your job, you don't strike! You just go in every day, and do it really half assed. That's the American way.

Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar.

...he'll never lie - the man is far too wise.

For I am yearning to visit the limits of the all-nurturing Earth, and Oceans, from whom the gods are sprung.

The persuasion of a friend is a strong thing.

If you are one of earth’s inhabitants, how blest your father, and your gentle mother, blest all your kin. I know what happiness must send the warm tears to their eyes, each time they see their wondrous child go to the dancing! But one man’s destiny is more than blest—he who prevails, and takes you as his bride. Never have I laid eyes on equal beauty in man or woman. I am hushed indeed.