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Too Many Kings Can Ruin An Army

The Lord Gives And The Lord Takes Away, As It Pleases Him, For He Can Do All Things.

All Strangers And Beggars Are From Zeus, And A Gift, Though Small, Is Precious.

One Man Is A Splendid Fighter -- A God Has Made Him So -- One's A Dancer, Another Skilled At Lyre And Song, And Deep In The Next Man's Chest Farseeing Zeus Plants The Gift Of Judgment, Good Clear Sense. And Many Reap The Benefits Of That Treasure.

Even His Griefs Are A Joy Long After To One That Remembers All That He Wrought And Endured.