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All Men Owe Honor To The Poets - Honor And Awe; For They Are Dearest To The Muse Who Puts Upon Their Lips The Ways Of Life.

I'll Get Out Of This City Alive, Even If It Kills Me!

The Best Things Beyond Their Measure Cloy.

And Now I'm Using Sarcasm, To Confess The Whole Thing So Later I Could Say I Already Told You.

And Endless Are The Modes Of Speech, And Far Extends From Side To Side The Field Of Words.