Soul, soul,
Torn by perplexity,
On your feet now!
Throw forward your chest
To the enemy;
Keep close in the attack;
Move back not an inch.
But never crow in victory,
Nor mope hang-dog in loss.
Overdo neither sorrow nor joy:
A measured motion governs man.
Friday, May 2, 2008
Fragment #72
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