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226 I charge that there be no theory or school founded out
 * of me,

I charge you to leave all free, as I have left all free.

After me, vista! O, I see life is not short, but immeasurably long, I henceforth tread the world, chaste, temperate, an
 * early riser, a gymnast, a steady grower,

Every hour the semen of centuries—and still of centuries.

I will follow up these continual lessons of the air,
 * water, earth,

I perceive I have no time to lose.



Who learns my lesson complete? Boss, journeyman, apprentice—churchman and atheist, The stupid and the wise thinker—parents and offspring—
 * merchant, clerk, porter, and customer,

Editor, author, artist, and schoolboy—Draw nigh and
 * commence;

It is no lesson—it lets down the bars to a good
 * lesson,

And that to another, and every one to another still.

The great laws take and effuse without argument, I am of the same style, for I am their friend,