Ulysses Meets Achilles

But as for thee, Achilles! never man

Hath known felicity like thine, or shall,

Whom living we all honour’d as a God,

And who maintain’st here, resident, supreme

Controul among the dead; indulge not then,

Achilles, causeless grief that thou hast died.

I ceased, and answer thus instant received.

Renown’d Ulysses! Think not death a theme

Of consolation; I had rather live

The servile hind for hire, and eat the bread

Of some man scantily himself sustain’d,

Than sov’reign empire hold o’er all the shades.

Apanache