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Lives on after death, to the world revealeth

What their true life was whose days are sped,

And in chronicles shines and in lays outpealeth.

Blooms Croesus’ kindness with petals unshed;

But Phalaris, ruthlessly joying in rending

Men’s lives from the tortured in brass glowing red,

He is compassed with infamy’s hate unending,

Nor lutes nor young voices in harmony blending

In the hall of the casters his name shall greet.

Best of all is fair fortune; yet fame is sweet.

Who wins both, life’s chief crowns all meet

To engarland his head.