The Natural Thing, My Lord, Men And

...he'll Never Lie - The Man Is Far Too Wise.

The Force Of Union Conquers All.

Yet While My Hector Still Survives, I See My Father, Mother, Brethren, All In Thee.

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.

Be Still My Heart; Thou Hast Known Worse Than This.