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METASTASIO.
Al furor d'avversa sorte.
HE shall not dread Misfortune's angry mien,
Nor feebly sink beneath her tempest rude,
Whose soul hath learned, through many a trying scene,
To smile at fate, and suffer unsubdued.
In the rough school of billows, clouds, and storms,
Nursed and matured, the pilot learns his art:
Thus Fate’s dread ire, by many a conflict, forms
The lofty spirit and enduring heart!
