Classic Poem

You greet no man till first he says " Good day
Even a talking crow is more polite;
Why should I yield you this precedence pray;
Are you my better by repute or right?

Two Caesars praised me, and for my renown
A father's due is mine, in spite of fate,
My fame and works are known in every town,
No posthumous reward I need await.

That I was tribune all the world doth know,
You are debarred from sitting with the knights;
You boast a few dependants; many owe,
By Caesar's grace, to me their Roman rights.

And yet you have a claim I freely own
And hold one title I cannot gainsay.
In vice you stand pre-eminent alone;
I yield precedence. Naevolus, Good day!