Thus when a barber and collier fight,
The barber beats the luckless collier--white;
The dusty collier heaves his ponderous sack,
And, big with vengeance, beats the barber--black.
In comes the brick-dust man, with grime o'er spread,
And beats the collier and the barber--red;
Black, red, and white, in various clouds are toss'd,
And in the dust they raise the combatants are lost.
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And if a house be divided against itself, that house cannot
stand.
And if a house be divided against itself, that house cannot
stand.
The chiefs contend only for their place of burial.
[Lat., Ducibus tantum de funere pugna est.]
The chiefs contend only for their place of burial.
[Lat., Ducibus tantum de funere pugna est.]
Great contest follows, and much learned dust
Involves the combatants; each claiming truth,
And truth disclaiming both.
Great contest follows, and much learned dust
Involves the combatants; each claiming truth,
And truth disclaiming both.
When individuals approach one another with deep purposes on both
sides they seldom come at once to the matter read more
When individuals approach one another with deep purposes on both
sides they seldom come at once to the matter which they have most
at heart. They dread the electric shock of a too sudden contact
with it.
But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast,
For gentle ways are best, and keep aloof
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But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast,
For gentle ways are best, and keep aloof
From sharp contentions.
So when two dogs are fighting in the streets,
When a third dog one of the two dogs meets:
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So when two dogs are fighting in the streets,
When a third dog one of the two dogs meets:
With angry teeth he bites him to the bone,
And this dog smarts for what that dog has done.
He that wrestles with us strengthens our nerves, and sharpens our
skill. Our antagonist is our helper.
He that wrestles with us strengthens our nerves, and sharpens our
skill. Our antagonist is our helper.
Contentions fierce,
Ardent, and dire, spring from no petty cause.
Contentions fierce,
Ardent, and dire, spring from no petty cause.
Woe is me, my mother, that thou hast borne me a man of strife and
a man of contention read more
Woe is me, my mother, that thou hast borne me a man of strife and
a man of contention to the whole earth! I have neither lent on
usury, nor men have lent to me on usury; yet every one of them
doth curse me.
