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32 STOICISM. 
BOX. 
Buxus. 
Language STOICISM. 
I ne'er will weep again ! 
I will meet fate with an unblencliing eye ; 
For better far in proud contempt to die 
Than idly talk of pain. 
Can I not bear all things ? 
Who talks of weakness to a soul like mine ? 
Love, hope, pity, sorrow, I resign. 
And all that fortune brings. 
In lonely strength I stand, 
Unmoved though earthquakes open at my feet ; 
Though storms of malice on my bosom beat, 
I can their rage withstand. 
Ajtox. 
My sole resources in the path I trod 
Were these my bark my sword my love 
my God. 
The last I left in youth : he leaves me now ; 
And man but works his will to lay mc low. 
I have no thought to mock his throne with prayer 
Wrung from the coward crouching of despair ; 
It is enough I breathe and I can bear. 
BvKOir. 
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