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Necessity And Chance Approach Not Me, And What I Will Is Fate.

I Must Not Quarrel With The Will Of Highest Dispensation, Which Herein, Haply Had Ends Above My Reach To Know.

In Vain Doth Valour Bleed, While Avarice And Rapine Share The Land.

Seasoned Life Of Man Preserved And Stored Up In Books.

In Contemplation Of Created Things, By Steps We May Ascend To God.