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There is scarce any Philosopher but dies twice or thrice in Laertius; Nor almost any life without two or three deaths in Plutarch; which makes the tragicall ends of noble persons more favourably resented by compassionate Readers, who finde some relief in the Election of such differences. —Thomas Browne, Urn Burial It is apparent that there is no death. But what does that signify? Not only under ground are the brains of men Eaten by maggots. —Edna St. Vincent Millay, Spring There once was a Thracian named Orpheus— The first of philosophy’s laureates— But he hinted that Zeus Fancied munching prepuce (A prevarication notorious). Thales A relic from the waters of Miletus A riddle cast on whom it should devolve Which only by the oracle of Phoebus Could be authoritatively resolved: “All ownership rests fitly with the gods, Friends make no petty tallyings of price, And virtue the divine affection draws: All treasure is the province of the wise.” The victor was administered his prize, But…

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