Being Eaten By A Crocodile

True Friends Appear Less Moved Than Counterfeit.

Fear, O Achilles, The Wrath Of Heaven; Think On Your Own Father And Have Compassion Upon Me, Who Am The More Pitiable

Is He Not Sacred, Even To The Gods, The Wandering Man Who Comes In Weariness?

Have Patience, Heart.

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