Ulysses. That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. For ever and forever when I move. To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use! As tho' to breathe were life! Life piled on life. Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. Subdue them to the useful and the good.
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Ulysses. That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. For ever and forever when I move. To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use! As tho' to breathe were life! Life piled on life. Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. Subdue them to the useful and the good.