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If such doom waits each intellectual Giant, We little people in our lesser way, In Life's small rubs should surely be more pliant, And so for one will I--as well I may-- Would that I were less bilious--but, oh, fie on 't! Just as I make my mind up every day, To be a "_totus, teres_," Stoic, Sage, The wind shifts and I fly into a rage.