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Show Fiat Rex The oldest hath borne most we that are young shall never see so much nor live so long. --King Lear There being neither bangled dancers jodhpured in cloth-of-gold and green, nor meanderers with straying thoughts of instanced green amidst the formal garden, We are assured we are not the King. Indeed, were I king I would call my flautist out to play upon the many instruments of wind, and the ladies would respire in subtle dance, quietly clapping their soft and rubied hands And I would smile, but feeling constrained, would call for the ear of the ambassador from the petty province to the east and send it home by way of declaration. Oh, it is well I am not the King - ^ - |