And overpowered by memory Both men gave way to grief. Priam wept freely For man - killing Hector, throbbing, crouching Before Achilles' feet as Achilles wept himself, Now for his father, now for Patroclus once again And their sobbing rose and fell throughout the house.

All men have need of the gods.

The best things beyond their measure cloy.

The hearts of the great can be changed.

Young people are thoughtless as a rule.

Two friends, two bodies with one soul inspired.

Beauty! Terrible Beauty! A deathless Goddess-- so she strikes our eyes!