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Spread their fierce lightnings to the east and west, And made their shrieking fellow-creatures slaves? This scene, the theatre of great exploits, Remains; but where are they who lost and won The crimson field? A tale involved in doubt, A broken bust, a medal half defaced, Alone are left; and therefore do I come, Good Angelo, to teach my swelling heart A lesson of humility. So young, And so successful, yet endow'd With such philosophy, you may defy The frowns of fate. Misfortunes to a mind Guarded like yours would lose the power to wound.

Should storms arise, it may enable me To bear them like a man; but I have now A harder task, to check the rising pride Which fills my soul; blest far above my peers