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And heavily does discontent Sit rankling at thy heart; And thou dost mask thy grief the while With scornful sneer, and bitter smile.

But yet thou art too indolent From such weak bonds to free Thy better self, and urge thy strength To be what thou might'st be; Thou dost repent the past, and blame, And yet thy future is the same.

Ay, leave thy rudder to the wave, Thy sail upon the wind, Leave them to chance, and they will be   Fit likeness of thy mind: