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Good. I have done. My heart weighs. I am sad.
The outer day, void statue of lit blue, / Is altogether outward, other, glad / At mere being not-I (so my aches construe).
I, that have failed in everything, bewail / Nothing this hour but that I have bewailed, / For in the general fate what is't to fail?
Why, fate being past for Fate, 'tis but to have failed.
Whatever hap or stop, what matters it, / Sith to the mattering our will bringeth nought?
With the higher trifling let us world our wit, / Conscious that, if we do't, that was the lot / The regular stars bound us to, when they stood / Godfathers to our birth and to our blood.