It Is A Foolish Thing, Said I, "To Bear With Such, And Pass It By; Yet So I Do, I Know Not Why!" And At Each Clash I Would Surmise That If I Had Acted Otherwise I Might Have Saved Me Many Sighs. But Now The Only Happiness In Looking Back That I Possess - Whose Lack Would Leave Me Comfortless - Is To Remember I Refrained From Masteries I Might Have Gained, And For My Tolerance Was Disdained; For See, A Tomb. And If It Were I Had Bent And Broke, I Should Not Dare To Linger In The Shadows There.