An excerpt from The Epic of Gilgamesh
Gilgamesh mourns Enkidu
"My friend Enkidu, whom I loved so dear, who with me went through every danger, the doom of mortals overtook him.
Six days I wept for him and seven nights: I did not surrender his body for burial until a maggot dropped from his nostril. Then I was afraid that I, too, would die. I grew fearful of death, so I wandered the wild.
…How can I keep silent? How can I stay quiet? My friend, whom I loved, has turned to clay. My friend Enkidu, whom I loved, has turned to clay. Shall I not be like him and also lie down, never to rise again, through all eternity?"