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Insolence breeds the tyrant. Insolence, once vainly stuffed with wealth  that is not proper or good for it, when it has scaled the topmost ramparts, is hurled to a dire doom, where one's feet cannot serve to good advantage. But I pray that the god never  quell such rivalry as benefits the state. I will always hold the god as our protector.
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