Morn, Wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy hand Unbarr'd the gates of light.

God has set labor and rest, as day and night to men successive.

Yet hold it more humane, more heav'nly, first, By winning words to conquer willing hearts, And make persuasion do the work of fear.

Sabrina fair, Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair.

Enjoy your dear wit and gay rhetoric, That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence.

Still paying, still to owe. Eternal woe!

The superior man acquaints himself with many sayings of antiquity and many deeds of the past, in order to strengthen his character thereby.