Quarrel and bitter argument
Break solely out from what we are
And now what we thought, said, or meant
To say, and, dearest friend and lover,
We find too late that we have met
On a collision course neither set.

Then, our selves shattered, our rages rent,
It is right we pick up the pieces and go back
To where we were, and, with what's unspent,
Our selves assemble from the attack
Though little wiser than before; yet,
Really, how much wiser can we get?