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And, O my friends who have warned me too tardily,
Let me but utter the truth in my mind,
I’ll endure iron and suffer foolhardily . . .
Luck, wedded friends I am leaving behind!

No luck for me . . . Here is counsel gratuitous:
Cleave to your true love forever plus aye;
Else, if your path be a trifle circuitous,
How you’ll remember my words of to-day!

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