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LXXVI. God's Direction to be implored on every state

In every action which you undertake,
With great Cleanthes this petition make:
Lead me, O Jove! And thou, O pow'rful fate,
In ev'ry enterprize, in ev'ry state,
As you determine, for I must obey
The wise injunctions which you on me lay:
For should I at your dread decrees repine,
And strive your sacred orders to decline,
I should but labour wickedly in vain,
And struggle with an everlasting chain,
And, after all, be dragg'd along with pain.

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