Alazon
Alazṓn (Ancient Greek: ἀλαζών) is one of three stock characters in comedy of the theatre of ancient Greece. He is the opponent of the eirôn. The alazṓn is an impostor that sees himself as greater than he actually is. The senex iratus (the angry father) and the miles gloriosus (the glorious soldier) are two types of alazṓn.
Miles Gloriosus
Miles Gloriosus (literally, "braggart-soldier", in Latin) is a stock character of a boastful soldier from the comic theatre of ancient Rome, and variations on this character have appeared in drama and fiction ever since. The character derives from the alazṓn or "braggart" of the Greek Old Comedy (e.g. Aristophanes). The term "Miles Gloriosus" is occasionally applied in a contemporary context to refer to a posturing and self-deceiving boaster or bully.
Literary instances
In the play Miles Gloriosus by Plautus, the term applies to the main character Pyrgopolynices. This foolish Miles Gloriosus brags openly and often about his supposed greatness, while the rest of the characters feign their admiration and secretly plot against him. Heavily borrowing from Plautus, the Stephen Sondheim-Burt Shevelove-Larry Gelbart musical A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum features a warrior named Miles Gloriosus.
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And They Call This Tragedy
by: AlesanaYou make me sick
I'll tear out those diamond eyes I can't bear to see
Crimson spills on paper skin
They call this tragedy
Remembering the nights when you'd whisper to me soft, "forever more my heart is yours"
Realize those words have died
As the life fades from your eyes
All that I can say is it may not be too late
Try again, make it perfect, make me worth it
Or else die for all I care
If I can not be loved then none shall be
Think of this as I softly kiss your blood glazed lips once more
On this night this thing you call love dies
Your face disgusts me, smile and bear your lies
This broken trust will become your demise
As the life fades from your eyes
All that I can say is it may not be too late
Try again, make it perfect, make me worth it
Or else die for all I care
After today silence will haunt you
Expect no forgiveness for your life will end tonight
Now I grit my teeth and finish what I know must be done
To kill the memory of you... and you said this would be forever
As the life fades from your eyes
All that I can say is it may not be too late
Try again, make it perfect, make me worth it