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All things great may life afford,
Praise, power, love, high pomp, fair gaud,
Till the banquet be toward
Hath this king. Then day takes flight,
Sinketh sun and fadeth light,
Late he coucheth-Night; 't is night.
The proud king heading the host on his red roan charger.
Dust. On a thicket of spears glares the Syrian sun,
The Sar
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