Alexander ("The Great") sought out the philosopher Diogenes, asking how he could help him. Diogenes replied, "By getting out of my sunlight."
One cast his form upon the living age, One lived his life above it, or below; One legend for his vigor and his rage, One craved the beauties only minds can know. O, little good of either can be said, “The Great” most so in murder and in wine; And Cynics named for doggish lives they led; But then, in all of life, there’s little fine. A little thing, an idling of a day, No, scarcely worth so small a poem as this; Two lives a moment crossed upon their way, And neither would the other ever miss. But there in Corinth, now a common sight, Where one cast shadows, and one sought the light.
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