And makes the happy wretched in an hour, 455
O’erwhelms you not with woes so horrible
As your own Wrath, nor gives more sudden blows.
While Choler works, good Friend, you may be wrong;
Distrust yourself, and sleep before you fight.
’Tis not too late to morrow to be brave; 460
If Honour bids, to morrow kill or die.
But calm advice against a raging fit
Avails too little; and it tries the power
Of all that ever taught in Prose or Song,