Tolerance

'It is a foolish thing,' said I,'To bear with such, and pass it by;

Yet so I do,

I know not why!'And at each clash I would

That if I had acted otherwiseI might have saved me many sighs.

But now the only

In looking back that I possess —Whose lack would leave me comfortless —Is to remember I

From masteries I might have gained,

And for my tolerance was disdained;

For see, a tomb.

And if it wereI had bent and broke,

I should not

To linger in the shadows there.