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16 11. The Proverb Speaks. Harsh and gentle, fine and mean, Quite rare and common, dirty and clean, The fools' and the sages' go-between: All this I will be, this have been, Dove and serpent and swine, I ween! 12. To a Lover of Light. That eye and sense be not fordone E'en in the shade pursue the sun! 13. For Dancers. Smoothest ice, A paradise To him who is a dancer nice. 14. The Brave Man. A feud that knows not flaw nor break, Rather then patched-up friendship, take. 15. Rust. Rust's needed: keenness will not satisfy! "He is too young!" the rabble loves to cry. 16. Excelsior. "How shall I reach the top?" No time For thus reflecting! Start to climb!