Alike he thwarts the hospitable end, Who drives the free, or stays the hasty friend: True friendship's laws are by this rule expressed, Welcome the c… - 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.

Nay if even in the house of Hades the dead forget their dead, yet will I even there be mindful of my dear comrade.

Καὶ γάρ τε λιταί εἰσι Διὸς κοῦραι μεγάλοιο
χωλαί τε ῥυσαί τε παραβλῶπές τ' ὀφθαλμώ,
αἵ ῥά τε καὶ μετόπισθ' ἄτης ἀλέγουσι κιοῦσαι.