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366 The wise, alert, ambitious man,
 * If he expect success,

Must wait on fortune, watch his step
 * And curb his stateliness:

Yudhishthir King, with pilgrim's staff,
 * Long drew his painful breath,

Though worshiped by his brothers, great
 * As War, and Wealth, and Death.

So Kunti's handsome, powerful twins,
 * High birth writ on their brows,

Were menials at Virata's court,
 * And lived by counting cows.

So queenly Draupadi, with youth's
 * And matchless beauty's seal,

In charm most like a goddess, fell
 * By turn of fortune's wheel;

And haughty maidens called her slave
 * And sneered at her for sport,

What time she powdered sandalwood
 * In Matsya's royal court."

"Father," said Cloudy, "this dwelling with an enemy seems to me like the sword-blade ordeal." "So it is," said Live-Strong. "But I never saw such a pack of fools anywhere. Not one was sensible except Red-Eye. He, indeed, has great capacity, an intelligence not blunted by his extensive scientific attainments. He discovered my exact purpose. But as for the other counselors, they were great fools, making a living by a mere pretense of giving good counsel, with no flair for verity. They were not even aware of this: