A sign-post points him out his road:
But names no place,
Numbers no distance.
* * *
Not daring to saunter,
He made forced marches,
Uphill, against the wind.
(Auden, 1963-64)
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Gentle Sir Philip Sidney, thou knew'st what belong'd to a scholler; thou knew'st what pains, what toil, what travail conduct to perfection.
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