That rage not on the tongue?
Oc. O, you can feel?
Aris. Here sweep the tides that prove it.
Oc. Yet so calm?
Aris. Who keeps his heart astir with his own woe
Has never room for others. Let us put
Our paltry love aside and seek the good
Of all the city, not of one because
He is our friend. Think not a man may leave
Life's reefed and breakered straits behind and reach