A sympathetic friend can be quite as dear as a brother.
'T is fortune gives us birth, But Jove alone endues the soul with worth.
How delicate her feet who shuns the ground, Stepping a-tiptoe on the heads of men.
Like strength is felt from hope, and from despair.
So it is that the gods do not give all men gifts of grace - neither good looks nor intelligence nor eloquence.
Achilles absent was Achilles still!