Hercules heard him. Deep in his heart he quelledA mighty groan, and let the vain tears flow.At this the Olympian father addressed his sonIn kindness:"Every man's last day is fixed.Lifetimes are brief, and not to be regained,For all mankind. But by their deeds to makeTheir fame last: that is labor for the brave.Below the walls of Troy so many sonsOf gods went down, among them, yes, my child,Sarpedon. Turnus, too, is called by fate.He stands at the given limit of his years."
(It's better to create than destroy what's unnecessary)
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
The Aeneid - pg. 310
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