But thy strong Hours indignant work’d their wills, And beat me down and marr’d and wasted me, And tho’ they could not end me, left me maim’d To dwell in presence of immortal youth, Immortal age beside immortal youth, And all I was, in ashes. - Tithonus Alfred Tennyson
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Tithonus was the son of the goddess of love, Eos. One day he was out with his father when he noticed a beautiful maiden. When she saw him looking at her, she quickly hid behind a tree. Tithonus, in an attempt to impress the girl, managed to climb the tree after her.

Eos caught him in mid-climb and in his struggle to reach the girl, cut him in half. The gods used this incident as an example of what happens when one is prideful and foolish.

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