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130 Keep Lent for ever; and forswear the Bowl. For one rash moment sends you to the shades, Or shatters every hopeful scheme of life, And gives to horror all your days to come. Fate, arm'd with thunder, fire, and every plague That ruins, tortures, or distracts mankind, And makes the happy wretched in an hour, O'erwhelms you not with woes so horrible As your own Wrath, nor gives more sudden blows.


 * While Choler works, good Friend, you may be wrong;

Distrust yourself, and sleep before you fight. 'Tis not too late to morrow to be brave; If Honour bids, to morrow kill or die. But calm advice against a raging fit Avails too little; and it tries the power Rh