However, I forgive him, and I trust
He will forgive himself;—if not, I must.
XII.
Old enemies who have become new friends
Should so continue—'t is a point of honour;
And I know nothing which could make amends
For a return to Hatred: I would shun her
Like garlic, howsoever she extends
Her hundred arms and legs, and fain outrun her.
Old flames, new wives, become our bitterest foes—