The Odyssey: Homer

'Must you have battle in your heart forever?
The bloody toil of combat? Old contender, 
will you not yield to the immortal gods?
That nightmare cannot die, being eternal
evil itself - horror, and pain, and chaos:
there is no fighting her, no power can fight her,
all that avails is flight. Lose headway
along that rockface while you break out arms,
and she'll swoop over you, I fear, once more,
taking one man again for every gullet.'