Classic Poem

As Ruffled Lakes distort whatever kinds
Of things they mirror, so do Ruffled Minds.

Anger drives away the Peace of Men;
Pleasant Laughter calls it back again.

H OLD your Wrath One Moment brief
Save a Hundred Days of Grief.

I TOOK Revenge, for I had suffered long,
And my small Right became enormous Wrong.

Y OU'RE sure that you are Right? How fine and strong!
But were you never just as Sure—and Wrong?