Posted by: Cheope
Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt.
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Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt.
Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null, dead perfection, no more.
And while I walked and talked as heretofore, I seemed to move among a world of ghosts, and feel myself the shadow of a dream.
For man is man and master of his fate.
My good blade carves the casques of men,
My tough lance thrusteth sure,
My strength is as the strength of ten,
Because my heart is pure.