pray, Like to a ball Sped to the heights By the lowest that's in you? Do ye not flee from yourselves, O ye climbers? 55 All that you thought You had to despise, Where you only renounced! 56 All men repeat the refrain! No, no, and thrice say No! What's all this yap-yap talk of heaven? We would not enter the kingdom of heaven, The kingdom of earth shall be ours? 57 The will redeemeth, He that has nothing to do In a Nothing finds food for trouble. 58 You cannot endure it more,
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