The Instructors
Read 'The Instructors' by 'Johann Wolfgang von Goethe' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
WHEN Diogenes quietly sunn'd himself in his barrel,
When Calanus with joy leapt in the flame-breathing grave,
Oh, what noble lessons were those for the rash son of Philip,
Were not the lord of the world e'en for instruction too great!
1789.*
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