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Habits are soon assumed, but when we strive
To strip them off 'tis being flayed alive.
—William Cowper.
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So live that when the mighty caravan,
Which halts one night-time in the Vale of Death,
Shall strike its white tents for the morning march,
Thou shalt mount onward to the Eternal Hills,
Thy foot unwearied, and thy strength renewed