You Know Those Balls That They Put

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.

Beware The Toils Of War ... The Mesh Of The Huge Dragnet Sweeping Up The World.

Beyond His Strength No Man Can Fight, Although He Be Eager.

I Guess Some People Never Change... Or, They Quickly Change And Then Quickly Change Back.

And They Die An Equal Death — The Idler And The Man Of Mighty Deeds.