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THE CENTURY OF LIFE
WORK AND IDLENESS
Their bitterest enemy in their bodies pent
Men cherish, idleness. Be in thy breast
The tireless gust of work thy mighty guest, Man’s ceaseless helper, whose great aid once lent Thy strength shall fail not, nor thy head be bent.
THE SELF-RELIANCE OF THE WISE
The tree once pruned shall seek again the skies,
The moon in heaven waning wax once more: Wise men grieve not nor vex their soul with sighs
Though the world tread them down with savage roar; Knowing their strength, they husband it to rise.
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