Consider you had within your effect, the power to upturn all your miserly fortunes and restore to balance a former calm long unremembered; so rare and suffuse, would a king wanting quit his throne, and vacate an empire to spend his life a pauper in the hills content as ever was any being on this earth.
You have this very potency, and every remaining moment to recall it. Wake to yourself! What you do at this junction, will ever after sound.
Not all storms restore thence, but further by thoughts bad and ill deeds fed, stay the bringer, quarrelsome under his own blizzard abiding and spares every mans cottage under a bliss but his own. Stall the outrage gentle heart, or break; into a thousand tiny pieces flung by perspectives chilly after gale, and lost. Do not swell to custom but become. Retire to quietude once in a splendid while, adopt an equable climate. Read a quiet book; how they grand tales contain. Hang the senses upon a soothing ballad and by a candle lit, burrow down, deep into yourself, through the furthermost caverns of you. Find that trembling being, huddled in the dark.
