"One mad in love may cross the raging main, To level lofty Ilium with the plain; Another's fate inclines him more by far To study laws and statutes for the bar. Sons kill their father, fathers kill their sons, And one arm'd brother 'gainst another runs.. This war's not their's, but fate's, that spurs them on To shed the blood which, shed, they must bemoan; And I ascribe it to the will of fate That on this theme I now expatiate:"
Lugar: Chapter XII. Apology For Raimond Sebond. · ¶2231 Licença: Public domain · Fonte O texto é dado como na edição, sem alterações.