I Would Rather Be A Serf In

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

A Shamefaced Man Makes A Bad Beggar.

There Is A Time For Many Words, And There Is Also A Time For Sleep.

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.

When You're In My House You Shall Do As I Do And Believe Who I Believe In. So Bart Butter Your Bacon.