Woe is me, my mother, that thou hast borne me a man of strife and
a man of contention read more

Woe is me, my mother, that thou hast borne me a man of strife and
a man of contention to the whole earth! I have neither lent on
usury, nor men have lent to me on usury; yet every one of them
doth curse me.

Thus when a barber and collier fight,
The barber beats the luckless collier--white;
The dusty collier heaves read more

Thus when a barber and collier fight,
The barber beats the luckless collier--white;
The dusty collier heaves his ponderous sack,
And, big with vengeance, beats the barber--black.
In comes the brick-dust man, with grime o'er spread,
And beats the collier and the barber--red;
Black, red, and white, in various clouds are toss'd,
And in the dust they raise the combatants are lost.

He that wrestles with us strengthens our nerves, and sharpens our
skill. Our antagonist is our helper.

He that wrestles with us strengthens our nerves, and sharpens our
skill. Our antagonist is our helper.

Did thrust (as now) in other's corn his sickle.
- Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas,

Did thrust (as now) in other's corn his sickle.
- Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas,

And if a house be divided against itself, that house cannot
stand.

And if a house be divided against itself, that house cannot
stand.

You will stir up the hornets.
[Lat., Irritabis crabones.]

You will stir up the hornets.
[Lat., Irritabis crabones.]

The chiefs contend only for their place of burial.
[Lat., Ducibus tantum de funere pugna est.]

The chiefs contend only for their place of burial.
[Lat., Ducibus tantum de funere pugna est.]

Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend;
And each brave foe was in his soul a friend.

Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend;
And each brave foe was in his soul a friend.

Contentions fierce,
Ardent, and dire, spring from no petty cause.

Contentions fierce,
Ardent, and dire, spring from no petty cause.