THE OLD MAN
This same human nature’s a singular thing;
it sticks to people so strangely long.
If it gets a gash in the fight with us,
it heals up at once, though a scar may remain.
My son-in-law, now, is as pliant as any;
he’s willingly thrown off his Christian-man’s garb,
he’s willingly drunk from our chalice of mead,
he’s willingly tied on the tail to his back,—
so willing, in short, did we find him in all things,
I thought to myself the old Adam, for certain,
had for good and all been kicked out of doors;
but lo! in two shakes he’s atop again!
Ay ay, my son, we must treat you, I see,
to cure this pestilent human nature.