His descent was like nightfall.

My life is more to me than all the wealth of Ilius

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

A multitude of rulers is not a good thing. Let there be one ruler, one king.

Is he not sacred, even to the gods, the wandering man who comes in weariness?

…but there they lay, sprawled across the field, craved far more by the vultures than by wives.

Sing, O muse, of the rage of Achilles, son of Peleus, that brought countless ills upon the Achaeans.

But listen to me first and swear an oath to use all your eloquence and strength to look after me and protect me.

Nay if even in the house of Hades the dead forget their dead, yet will I even there be mindful of my dear comrade.

Strife, only a slight thing when she first rears her head but her head soon hits the sky as she strides across the earth.

Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.

A man's life breath cannot come back again-- no raiders in force, no trading brings it back, once it slips through a man's clenched teeth.

Let him submit to me! Only the god of death is so relentless, Death submits to no one—so mortals hate him most of all the gods. Let him bow down to me! I am the greater king, I am the elder-born, I claim—the greater man.

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