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Abides by this resolve, and stops not there,But makes his moral being his prime care;Who, doom'd to go in company with Pain,And Fear, and Bloodshed, miserable train!Turns his necessity to glorious gain;In face of these doth exercise a powerWhich is our human-nature's highest dower;Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereavesOf their bad influence, and their good receives;By objects, which might force the soul to abateHer feeling, render'd more compassionate;Is placable because occasions riseSo often that demand such sacrifice;More skilful in self-knowledge, even more pure,As tempted more; more able to endure,As more expos'd to suffering and distress;Thence, also, more alive to tenderness.