I've Gone Back In Time To When

How Prone To Doubt, How Cautious Are The Wise!

And Endless Are The Modes Of Speech, And Far Extends From Side To Side The Field Of Words.

How Vain, Without The Merit, Is The Name.

Sing, O Muse, Of The Rage Of Achilles, Son Of Peleus, That Brought Countless Ills Upon The Achaeans.

And Would'st Thou Evil For His Good Repay?