A Man Dies Still If

I Would Rather Be A Serf In A Poor Man's House And Be Above Ground Than Reign Among The Dead.

Bad Herdsmen Waste The Flocks Which Thou Hast Left Behind.

But Sure The Eye Of Time Beholds No Name, So Blest As Thine In All The Rolls Of Fame.

And Overpowered By Memory Both Men Gave Way To Grief. Priam Wept Freely For Man - Killing Hector, Throbbing, Crouching Before Achilles' Feet As Achilles Wept Himself, Now For His Father, Now For Patroclus Once Again And Their Sobbing Rose And Fell Throughout The House.

And Would'st Thou Evil For His Good Repay?