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[To plan a wise life, little pains doth ask]
To plan a wise life, little pains doth ask;To live one wise day, troublesome the task.
And why so hard? what is it thwarts me still?
A morbid memory; a divided will;
A weak and wavering faith, which for mere shows
And shams of things forsakes the truth it knows.
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