547: "my life is endless trouble. But you, Achilles, There's 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 to another man - Some dirt-poor tenant farmer who scrapes to stay alive - Than rule down here over all the breathless dead. (Odyssey, book 11, Fagles transl.) Yet again, Homer has the answers to everything.