Chapter LXXVII
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That is the true athlete, that trains himself to resist such outward impressions as these.
“Stay, wretched man! suffer not thyself to be carried away!” Great is the combat, divine the task! you are fighting for Kingship, for Liberty, for Happiness, for Tranquillity. Remember God: call upon Him to aid thee, like a comrade that stands beside thee in the fight.
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The Golden Sayings of Epictetus, with the Hymn of CleanthesChapter LXXVII
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