By Turns The Nine Delight

I'll Teach You To Laugh At Something That's Funny!

Sinks My Sad Soul With Sorrow To The Grave.

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.

Whenever A Man Is Tired, Wine Is A Great Restorer Of Strength.

I Would Rather Be A Serf In A Poor Man's House And Be Above Ground Than Reign Among The Dead.