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Ill Fares The State Where Many Masters Rule; Let One Be Lord, One King Supreme.

Achilles Absent Was Achilles Still!

He Knew How To Say Many False Things That Were Like True Sayings.

Down From His Brow She Ran His Curls Like Thick Hyacinth Clusters Full Of Blooms

Wine Sets Even A Thoughtful Man To Singing, Or Sets Him Into Softly Laughing, Sets Him To Dancing. Sometimes It Tosses Out A Word That Was Better Unspoken.