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Fighting men are the city's fortress.

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O violet-tressed Sappho chaste,
O maid with honeyed smile!
I fain would tell what is in my breast,
Did shame me not beguile.

Wine, my dear boy, and truth.

For wine is a spying-hole unto man.

The great house is all agleam with bronze. War has bedecked the whole roof with bright helmets, from which hang waving horse-hair plumes to make adornment for the heads of men.

Painting a lion from the claw.

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