Savonarola's DeathSavonarola’s Death 1 “It has been four years since I have last set eyes on my family’s beautiful city,” said Piero di Lorenzo Medici, sitting idly on a horse, as he looked over a great valley towards the gleaming French lines. His horse reflected his own stature, covered in magnificent and unattainable yards of silk, and with an air of self proclaimed royalty. With a swift movement of his hand, he took his long straight black hair and removed it from his eyes. The soldiers sitting behind him with a golden flag decorated with five bright red dots stirred also. &nbsSavonarola's Death
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The kiss of Fame and art for art's sake were his goal
When Chromer, painter, with the world first went to cope;
But now he barely pays for bread and board and coal
By making lurid posters for Van Apple's soap.
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I would rather say something inaccurate than tell a lie, because I'd rather be honest than clever. - Tomas More
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*archibyte
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with love,
Mariah L.
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