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I have never known your father
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to remain beneath anyone for length of time.
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Ah, perhaps the years have tempered desire for laurels
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and adulation of the crowds.
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And what of your desires?
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Apollo himself would be set ablaze by them.
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I shall remember not to stand too near,
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for fear of melted wings.
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I would not have you from my side in this, Sabinus.
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The gods themselves could not wrest me from it.
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I will see offer raised and numbers elevated.
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Gratitude.