How Is It That The Clouds Still

I Do The Wrong, And First Begin To Brawl. The Secret Mischiefs That I Set Abroach I Lay Unto The Grievous Charge Of Others.

Oppose Not Rage While Rage Is In Its Force, But Give It Way A While And Let It Waste.

Children Wish Fathers Looked But With Their Eyes; Fathers That Children With Their Judgment Looked; And Either May Be Wrong.

It Is Lost At Dice, What Ancient Honor Won.

Let Each Man Do His Best.