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Chapter 8


Who thinks his great achievements poor Shall find his vigour long endure. Of greatest fulness, deemed a void, Exhaustion ne'er shall stem the tide. Do thou what's straight still crooked deem; Thy greatest art still stupid seem, And eloquence a stammering scream.


Constant action overcomes cold; being still overcomes heat. Purity and stillness give the correct law to all under heaven.