Samuel Butler

The death of Hector.

Achilles son of Peleus

"we must judge men not so much by what they do, as by what they make us feel that they have it in them to do. If a man has done enough either in painting, music or the affairs of life, to make me feel that I might trust him in an emergency he has done enough

for aught I care, you may go to the lowest depths beneath earth and sea, where Iapetus and Saturn dwell in lone Tartarus with neither ray of light nor breath of wind to cheer them. You may go on and on till you get there, and I shall not care one whit for your displeasure; you are the greatest vixen living."

He was alone with Patroclus, who sat opposite to him and said nothing, waiting till he should cease singing.

death deals like measure to him who works and him who is idle

on whom Jove has laid labour and sorrow so long as there is breath in my body and my limbs carry me

The stars have gone forward, two-thirds of the night are already spent, and the third is alone left us.

He called from the ship to his comrade Patroclus, who heard him in the tent and came out looking like Mars himself

I should neither press forward myself nor bid you do so, but death in ten thousand shapes hangs ever over our heads