God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance, Rests never on the track until it reach - Robert Browning

If two lives join, there is oft a scar. They are one and one, with a shadowy third;
One near one is too far.

Let us cry, "All good things Are ours, nor soul helps flesh more, now, than flesh helps soul!"

Rats
They fought the dogs and killed the cats,
And bit the babies in the cradles,
And ate the cheeses out of the vats,
And licked the soup from the cook's own ladles.
Split open the kegs of salted sprats,
Made nests inside men's Sunday hats,
And even spoiled the women's chats
By drowning their speaking
With shrieking and squeaking
In fifty different sharps and flats.