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HE APPEASES HER BY HUMILITY, AND EXHORTS A FRIEND TO DO LIKEWISE.
When my sweet foe, so haughty oft and high, / Moved my brief ire no more my sight can thole, / One comfort is vouchsafed me lest I die, / Through whose sole strength survives my harass'd soul; / Where'er her eyes -- all light which would deny / To my sad life -- in scorn or anger roll, / Mine with such true humility reply, / Soon their meek glances all her rage control, / Were it not so, methinks I less could brook / To gaze on hers than on Medusa's mien, / Which turn'd to marble all who met her look.
My friend, act thus with thine, for closed I ween / All other aid, and nothing flight avails / Against the wings on which our master sails.
MACGREGOR.