A hunter of shadows, himself a shade.
Think not to match yourself against the gods, for men that walk the earth cannot hold their own with the immortals.
Fear, O Achilles, the wrath of heaven; think on your own father and have compassion upon me, who am the more pitiable
Sweet sleep fell upon his eyelids, unwakeful, most pleasant, the nearest like death.
The natural thing, my lord, men and women joined.
There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.