And the people went their ways each to his own ship, then bethought them of the blessed boon of slee
And the people went their ways each to his own ship, then bethought them of the blessed boon of sleep; but Achilles still wept for thinking of his dear comrade, and sleep, before whom all things bow, could take no hold upon him. This way and that did he turn as he thought of all they had done together, and all they had gone through both on the fields of battle and on the waves of the weary seas.—The Iliad -- source link
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