1. This hill, though high, I covet to ascend; 
    The difficulty will not me offend. 
    For I perceive the way to life lies here. 
    Come, pluck up, heart; let’s neither faint nor fear. 
    Better, though difficult, the right way to go, 
    Than wrong, though easy, where the end is woe.

    A man there was, though some did count him mad, the more he cast away the more he had.

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