So spake the wisest For my consolement. 37 And only when I to myself am a burden Do ye fall heavy upon me! 38 Too soon, already I laugh again: For a foe 'tis easy To make me amends. 39 Gentle am I towards man and chance; Gentle with all men, and even with grasses: A spot of sunshine on winter curtains, Moist with tenderness, A thawing wind to snow-bound souls: * * * * Proud-minded towards trifling Gains, where I see the huckster's long finger, 'Tis aye my pleasure To be bamboozled:
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