A King's Caprice To War Has Led

Achilles to Atrides on the King's personal war:

What cause have I to war at thy decree?

The distant Trojans never injured me;

Safe in her vales my warlike coursers fed;

Far hence removed, the hoarse-resounding main,

Whose frutful soil luxuriant harvests grace,

Rich in her fruits, and in her martial race.

Hither we sail'd, a voluntary throng,

To avenge a private, not a public wrong.

What else to Troy the assembled nations draws,

But thine, ungrateful, and thy brother's cause?

Book I, Page 6, The Iliad