“Pish,” said the Master. “Will you have the truth?
You think that virtue saves? Her people care
For the high heart and idle hours of youth;
For these they will descend our lower air,
Not virtue. You would nerve your arm and bear
Your burden among men! Look to it, child:
By virtue’s self vision can be defiled.
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“You will grow full of pity and the love of men,
And toil until the morning moisture dries