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BURY ME! BURN ME!
The oak doth not bow its crown to every wind, nor shall the stout heart yield to fortune’s spite.
He that retreats before the storm is done hath never known the glory of the clearing.
Faint not, though the road be long and dark — the dawn keeps faith with those who keep the watch.