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O Thou who fearest Fate, confiding fare * Trust all to Him who

built the world and wait: What Fate saith "Be" perforce must be,

my lord! * And safe art thou from th' undecreed of Fate.

As Duban the physician entered he addressed the King in these

lines:-

An fail I of my thanks to thee nor thank thee day by day * For

whom composed I prose and verse, for whom my say and lay? Thou

lavishedst thy generous gifts ere they were craved by me * Thou

lavishedst thy boons unsought sans pretext or delay: How shall I

stint my praise of thee, how shall I cease to laud * The grace of

thee in secresy and patentest display? Nay; I will thank thy

benefits, for aye thy favours lie * Light on my thought and

tongue, though heavy on my back they weigh.

And he said further on the same theme:-