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From Globe (Sydney, NSW : 1885 - 1886)

1886-03-18 |

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Soar not too high to

fall, but stoop to rise We masters grow

of all that we despise. Oh, then, I

renounce that impious selfesteem ;Riches

Riches have wings, and grandeur is a

dream. Think not ambition wise because

'tis brave; The paths of glory lead but

to the grave. What is ambition? 'Tib a

glorious cheat; Only destructive to the

brave and great. What are the gaudy

glitters of a crownIf you can't buy tt.

Losi' Deor in tow