Wide-sounding Zeus Takes Away Half A Man's

In Every Sorrowing Soul I Pour'd Delight, And Poverty Stood Smiling In My Sight.

…but There They Lay, Sprawled Across The Field, Craved Far More By The Vultures Than By Wives.

But You, Achilles,/ There Is Not A Man In The World More Blest Than You--/ There Never Has Been, Never Will Be One./ Time Was, When You Were Alive, We Argives/ Honored You As A God, And Now Down Here, I See/ You Lord It Over The Dead In All Your Power./ So Grieve No More At Dying, Great Achilles.’ I Reassured The Ghost, But He Broke Out Protesting,/ ‘no Winning Words About Death To Me, Shining Odysseus!/ By God, I’d Rather Slave On Earth For Another Man--/ Some Dirt-poor Tenant Farmer Who Scrapes To Keep Alive—than Rule Down Here Over All The Breathless Dead.

How Prone To Doubt, How Cautious Are The Wise!

A Sympathetic Friend Can Be Quite As Dear As A Brother.