Go! obedient to my call,
  Turn to profit thy young days,
       Wiser make betimes thy breast!
  In Fate's balance as it sways
       Seldom is the cock at rest.
Thou must either mount, or fall,
     Thou must either rule and win,
     Or submissively give in,
Triumph, or else yield to clamor:
Be the anvil or the hammer.


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