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Does 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.
