Classic Poem

Oileus by his brother's side stood close and would not thence
For any moment of that time. But as through fallow fields
Blacke Oxen draw a well-joyn'd plough and either evenly yeelds
His thriftie labour, all heads coucht so close to earth they plow
The fallow with their hornes, till out the sweate begins to flow,
The stretcht yokes cracke, and yet at last the furrow forth is driven:
So toughly stood these to their taske and made their worke as even.