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Book III, Song V: Self-mastery

Who on power sets his aim, First must his own spirit tame; He must shun his neck to thrust ’Neath th’ unholy yoke of lust. For, though India’s far-off land Bow before his wide command, Utmost Thule homage pay— If he cannot drive away Haunting care and black distress, In his power, he’s powerless.