I shall lie down in my house and pretend illness.
Then my neighbors will come by to visit me
My beloved, perhaps, among them.
How she'll smile while She send the physicians away. She knows perfectly well what ails me.
It is better to conquer yourself than to win a thousand battles. Then the victory is yours. It cannot be taken from you, not by angels or by demons, heaven or hell.
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