One man cannot practice many arts with success. — Plato
One man cannot practice many arts with success. — Plato
One man cannot practice many arts with success. — Plato
One man cannot practice many arts with success. — Plato
One man cannot practice many arts with success. — Plato
One man cannot practice many arts with success. — Plato
One man cannot practice many arts with success. — Plato
One man cannot practice many arts with success. — Plato
One man cannot practice many arts with success. — Plato
One man cannot practice many arts with success. — Plato
One man cannot practice many arts with success. — Plato
One man cannot practice many arts with success. — Plato
One man cannot practice many arts with success. — Plato
One man cannot practice many arts with success. — Plato
One man cannot practice many arts with success. — Plato
One man cannot practice many arts with success. — Plato
One man cannot practice many arts with success. — Plato
One man cannot practice many arts with success. — Plato
One man cannot practice many arts with success. — Plato
One man cannot practice many arts with success. — Plato
One man cannot practice many arts with success. — Plato
One man cannot practice many arts with success. — Plato
One man cannot practice many arts with success. — Plato
One man cannot practice many arts with success. — Plato
One man cannot practice many arts with success. — Plato
One man cannot practice many arts with success. — Plato
One man cannot practice many arts with success. — Plato
One man cannot practice many arts with success. — Plato
One man cannot practice many arts with success. — Plato
One man cannot practice many arts with success. — Plato
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One man cannot practice many arts with success.

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