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I Was A King And A King's Heir And Now I Am A Slave.

Everything Is Change; And You Cannot Step Twice Into The Same River.

It Gives Me No Joy To Be Praised At The Expense Of A Better Artist, By Someone Who Does Not Know The Difference Or Who Thinks Me Too Vain To Be Aware Of It Myself.

Alexander, Of Whom Men Tell Many Legends, Lived By His Own. Achilles Must Have Patroklos. He Might Love His Briseis; But Patroklos Was The Friend Till Death. At Their Tombs In Troy, Alexander And Hephaistion Had Sacrificed Together. Wound Patroklos, And Achilles Will Have Your Blood.

How Can People Trust The Harvest, Unless They See It Sown?