The mind which is immortal makes itselfRequital for its good or evil thoughts, Is its own origin of ill and end,And its own place and time; its innate sense,When stripped of this mortality, derivesNo colour from the fleeting things without,But is absorb'd in sufferance or in joy,Born from the knowledge of its own desert.
-Lord Byron
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