A Little Child Born Yesterday A Thing

Sinks My Sad Soul With Sorrow To The Grave.

I Didn't Lie! I Just Created Fiction With My Mouth!

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.

She Threw Into The Wine Which They Were Drinking A Drug Which Takes Away Grief And Passion And Brings Forgetfulness Of All Ills

Always To Be Best, And Distinguished Above The Rest.