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Leaves! little leaves!—thy children, thy flatterers, thine enemies! Leaves in the wind, those who would devote thee to darkness, who scorn or miscall thee here, even as they also whose great fame shall outlast them. For all these, and the like of them, are born indeed in the spring season—εαρος επιγιγνεται ωρη—and soon a wind hath scattered them, and thereafter the wood peopleth itself again with another generation of leaves. Marcus Aurelius. Rendered by Walter Pater.