It would be better for me, should I lose you, to lie dead and buried, for I shall have nothing left to comfort me when you are gone, save only sorrow.

I have neither father nor mother now.

Achilles slew my father when he sacked Thebe the goodly city of the Cilicians.

He slew him, but did not for very shame despoil him; when he had burned him in his wondrous armour, he raised a barrow over his ashes and the mountain nymphs, daughters of aegis-bearing Jove, planted a grove of elms about his tomb.

I had seven brothers in my father's house, but on the same day they all went within the house of Hades.