For love deceives the best of woman kind.

Achilles absent was Achilles still!

It's about time trees were good for something, instead of just standing there like jerks!

Why so much grief for me? No man will hurl me down to Death, against my fate. And fate? No one alive has ever escaped it, neither brave man nor coward, I tell you - it’s born with us the day that we are born.

Come, weave us a scheme so I can pay them back! Stand beside me, Athena, fire me with daring, fierce as the day we ripped Troy's glittering crown of towers down. Stand by me - furious now as then, my bright-eyed one - and I would fight three hundred men, great goddess, with you to brace me, comrade-in-arms in battle!

If not yet lost to all the sense of shame.

You ought not to practice childish ways, since you are no longer that age.