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 Fortune try thee? She had cause to do't: She wished thee temperate; obey, be mute!

"What, shap'st thou here at the world! 'tis shapen long ago; The Maker shaped it, he thought it best even so: Thy lot is appointed, go follow its hest; Thy way is begun, thou must walk, and not rest: For sorrow and care cannot alter thy case; And running, not raging, will win thee the race.

Enweri tells us, a most royal man, The deepest heart and highest head to scan: "In every place, at every time, thy surest chance Lies in decision, justice, tolerance."

My inheritance, how wide and fair! Time is my estate: to time I'm heir.

Now it is day: be doing, every one; For the night cometh, wherein work can none.