Sweet sleep fell upon his eyelids, unwakeful, most pleasant, the nearest like death.
It is not good to have a rule of many.
All my life I've been an obese man trapped inside a fat man's body.
Think not to match yourself against the gods, for men that walk the earth cannot hold their own with the immortals.
Will cast the spear and leave the rest to Jove.
There is not any advantage to be won from grim lamentation.