Clanless, lawless, homeless is he who is in love with civil war, that brutal ferocious thing.
Few sons are like their fathers - many are worse, few better.
Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow for other's good, and melt at other's woe.
The best things beyond their measure cloy.
Once harm has been done, even a fool understands it.
It is wrong to be sorry without ceasing.