The Iliad 19.420–423

Xanthus, why dost thou prophesy my death? Thou needest not at all. Well know I even of myself that it is my fate to perish here, far from my father dear, and my mother; howbeit even so will I not cease, until I have driven the Trojans to surfeit of war. He spake, and with a cry drave amid the foremost his single-hooved horses.