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 WORK AND IDLENESS

Their bitterest enemy in their bodies pent

Men cherish, idleness. Be in thy breast

The tireless gust of work thy mighty guest, Man’s ceaseless helper, whose great aid once lent Thy strength shall fail not, nor thy head be bent.

THE SELF-RELIANCE OF THE WISE

The tree once pruned shall seek again the skies,

The moon in heaven waning wax once more: Wise men grieve not nor vex their soul with sighs

Though the world tread them down with savage roar; Knowing their strength, they husband it to rise.