The Iliad 22.429–430

And among the women of Troy Hecabe led the vehement lamentation: My child, ah woe is me! How shall I live in my sore anguish, now thou art dead?—thou that wast my boast night and day in the city, and a blessing to all, both to the men and women of Troy throughout the town, who ever greeted thee as a god;for verily thou wast to them a glory exceeding great, while yet thou livedst; but now death and fate are come upon thee.