My Hour At Last Has Come; Yet

I Hate To Tell Again A Tale Once Fully Told.

Nothing In The World Is So Incontinent As A Man's Accursed Appetite.

Come, Friend, You Too Must Die. Why Moan About It So? Even Patroclus Died, A Far, Far Better Man Than You. And Look, You See How Handsome And Powerful I Am? The Son Of A Great Man, The Mother Who Gave Me Life-- A Deathless Goddess. But Even For Me, I Tell You, Death And The Strong Force Of Fate Are Waiting. There Will Come A Dawn Or Sunset Or High Noon When A Man Will Take My Life In Battle Too-- Flinging A Spear Perhaps Or Whipping A Deadly Arrow Off His Bow.

Oh, Everything Looks Bad If You Remember It.

No Season Now For Calm, Familiar Talk.