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/ Not his the part to win the goal, / The flaming goal that flies before, / Into whose course the apples roll / Of self that stay his feet the more.
/ Beyond himself he shall not win / Whose flesh is as a driven dust, / That his own soul must wander in, / Seeing no farther than his lust.