O' the past? Oh, how I wish some cold wise man

Would dig beneath the surface which you scrape,

Deal with the depths, pronounce on my desert

Groundedly! I want simple sober sense,

That asks, before it finishes with a dog,

Who taught the dog that trick you hang him for?

You both persist to call that act a crime,

Which sense would call ... yes, I maintain it, Sirs, ...

A blunder! At the worst, I stood in doubt

On cross-road, took one path of many paths: