The Odyssey,c. 750 BC
“But you, Achilles,
there’s not a man in the world more blessed than
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,
“No winning words about death to me, shining
By god, I’d rather slave on earth for another
some dirt-poor tenant farmer who scrapes to
than rule down here over all the breathless