Come, Friend, You Too Must Die. Why

Homer

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.