Nor trust too soon in thy son;
The field needs good weather, | the son needs wisdom,
And oft is either denied.
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[a]90]. The love of women | fickle of will
Is like starting o’er ice | with a steed unshod,
A two-year-old restive | and little tamed,
Or steering a rudderless | ship in a storm,
Or, lame, hunting reindeer | on slippery rocks.
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