How should a petty part escape from trouble’s moil?
A part, too, that’s compound of every opposite,—
Of fire, and air, and water; adding earth its mite.
If sheep from wolf should flee, there’s really wonder none;
To see them herd together ’d ’stonish every one.410
Life springs from concord of th’ ingredient opposites.
And death results when discord their pact disunites.
God’s mercy hath appointed every lion’s mate;
And unto each wild ass a fit associate.
But since the world in trouble prison-like offends,