`It is a foolish thing,` said I, `To bear with such, and pass it by; Yet so I do, I know not why!` And at each clash I would surmise That if I had acted otherwise I might have saved me many sighs. But now the only happiness In looking back that I possess — Whose lack would leave me comfortless — Is to remember I refrained From masteries I might have gained, And for my tolerance was disdained; For see, a tomb. And if it were I had bent and broke, I should not dare To linger in the shadows there.SourceThe script ran 0.004 seconds.
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