Homer. The Iliad (№ 117286)

In vain you, the dog, hug my feet and pray family!
I since listened to rage, you rend apart,
Body raw your eating I would you did to me.
No, the son from your head will not move
Dogs eating! If in ten, and twenty times I
Lush gifts and bring so much else promise;
If you ordered gold to weigh
King Priam of Ilium, and then on deathbed funeral
Mother Hecuba to you, your not going to mourn the birth;
Birds your corpse and dogs myrmidons all devoured!