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You sit and quarrel all your life,
And blame the moving world at large:
You fail to enter in the strife,
To sail in fortune's happy barge.

Get up my man and do the " stuff "
That leads to blazing glory's fame:
Hold on, and be like good Macduff,
And damn the man who'd foil you' name.
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