Hector...boast while you may. The victory is yours, a gift from Zeus the Son of Cronos and Apollo. They conquered me...Listen to this and ponder it well. You too, I swear it, have not long to live. Already sovran Destiny and Death are very close to you, death at the hands of Achilles, the peerless son of Peleus

Toil is the lot of all, and bitter woe The fate of many.

Jove lifts the golden balances that show The fates of mortal men, and things below.