An old affront will stir the heart — Discord

"If they perceive dissension in our looks And that within ourselves we disagree, How will their grudging stomachs be provoked To wilful disobedience and rebel!"

"And bitter waxed the fray; Brother with brother spake no word When they met in the way."

"Dissensions, like small streams, are first begun, Scarce seen they rise, but gather as they run: So lines that from their parallel decline, More they proceed the more they still disjoin."

"Discord, a sleepless hag who never dies, With Snipe-like nose, and Ferret-glowing eyes, Lean sallow cheeks, long chin with beard supplied, Poor crackling joints, and witherd parchment hide, As if old Drums, worn out with martial din, Had clubbd their yellow Heads to form her Skin."

"Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy."

"That each pulld different ways with many an oath, "Arcades ambo," id est—blackguards both."