Suffer That Thou Canst Not Shift.
Does fortune rend thee? Bear with thy hard fate:
Virtuous instructions ne'er are delicate.
Say, does she frown? still countermand her threats:
Virtue best loves those children that she beats.
Robert Herrick
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