Sufficient to have stood, though free to fall.
On the tawny sands and shelves trip the pert fairies and the dapper elves.
My sentence is for open war.
Evil on itself shall back recoil.
From restless thoughts, that, like a deadly swarm Of hornets arm'd, no sooner found alone, But rush upon me thronging.
The superior man acquaints himself with many sayings of antiquity and many deeds of the past, in order to strengthen his character thereby.