Grow hard, and stiffen with adversity:
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Yet these by fortune's favours are undone; }
Resolved,[126] into a baser form they run, }
And bore the wind, but cannot bear the sun. }
Let this be nature's frailty, or her fate,
Or Isgrim's counsel, her new-chosen mate,[127]
Still she's the fairest of the fallen crew;
No mother more indulgent, but the true.
Fierce to her foes, yet fears her force to try,