Young Men's Minds Are Always Changeable, But

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.

God Help Me, I'm Just Not That Bright.

Few Sons Are Equal To Their Fathers; Most Fall Short, All Too Few Surpass Them.

Reproach Is Infinite, And Knows No End.

The Gods Give To Mortals Not Everything At The Same Time.