Yet While My Hector Still Survives, I

His Native Home Deep Imag'd In His Soul.

And Rest At Last Where Souls Unbodied Dwell, In Ever-flowing Meads Of Asphodel.

The Sex Is Ever To A Soldier Kind.

Go On With A Spirit That Fears Nothing.

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.