'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.
