Adonis

Skulking within his palace in the women's quarters, he sat cross-legged upon a couch of beaten gold beneath canopies of purple, like the Adonis who is mourned by the women, his voice shriller than a eunuch's, his neck inclined, pale and trembling from sloth and shade, his body livid, his eyes rolling upward as though he had been strangled—a man not to be distinguished from his concubines.

and about Adonis or Iasion or the like, all who obtained surpassing repute for their form, we hear nothing except about their beauty.

we shall find that Aeacus and Rhadamanthys were beloved by the gods for their discretion, Heracles, Castor and Pollux for their courage, and Ganymedes, Adonis, and others like them for their beauty, so that I at any rate am not astonished at those who covet your friendship but at those who are not so disposed.

And they introduce Adonis as a god, a huntsman, and that he died violently, struck by a boar, unable to help himself in his misery.