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Rh But he, that dares not grasp the thorn,
 * Should never crave the rose.

Arm, arm thee for the fight!
 * Cast useless loads away:

Watch through the darkest hours of night;
 * Toil through the hottest day.

Crush pride into the dust,
 * Or thou must needs be slack;

And trample down rebellious lust,
 * Or it will hold thee back.