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However skilled and strong art thou, my foe, / However fierce is thy relentless hate, / Though firm thy hand, and strong thy aim, and straight / Thy poisoned arrow leaves the bended bow,
To pierce the target of my heart, ah! know / I am the master yet of my own fate. / Thou canst not rob me of my best estate, / Though fortune, fame, and friends, yea, love shall go.
Not to the dust shall my true self be hurled, / Nor shall I meet thy worst assaults dismayed; / When all things in the balance are well weighed, / There is but one great danger in the world- / _Thou canst not force my soul to wish thee ill_, / That is the only evil that can kill.